We’ve arrived. At some soon point (next post?), I’ll elaborate on the drive, etc. I have discovered this about myself: Six hours is about my sweet spot for piloting a car so the days of seven and eight-ers were knuckle-grippers. But, hey, we made it. Today will be photos mostly as I pull on my unpacking suit and begin that situation. Shout out to D who was failed on many fronts by truck mechanics and worker-bees who were hired to assist in the truck unpacking yesterday and never showed. He ended up doing it all himself with some assist from me. Another discovery: Manual labor is not my strong suit—specifically the moving of large furniture items. Really, that’s no surprise to anyone and I did what needed to be done and here we go into the putting together of this new place. Please to enjoy some photos: