A Quick Trip

I made a last minute, semi-unplanned, visit to see Jake yesterday. It was the first time I'd been at his place in probably over a year. And the last time he was able to be home (our real home, that is) was back on Father's Day. That was about four months ago.

Jake and I talk on the phone almost every day, often briefly, but it's not the same as being able to see someone face-to-face - even if those faces are responsibly covered with masks. 

He had a bumpy and lonely week last week - or more likely, it was just the accumulation of many, sometimes slightly bumpy, but mostly lonely, weeks - and since my state isn't currently allowing visitors from his state, I loaded up the car with various Jake-type food-type items and headed on my way to see him.

It was a relatively brief, four-hour visit - less time than the round trip of driving - but it was time well spent. He showed me around where he works, we walked the bike path (which, surprisingly, looks an awful lot like the bike paths we have around here), we had some lunch (outside of course - until it got too cold. Then we ate in my car), briefly walked the rocky beach looking for special, one-of-a-kind rocks -  and mostly, we talked. Or maybe, mostly listened.

I'm not sure how much good the visit did for him. But for me, it did a lot. I miss Jake, as I miss all my kids (though, thankfully, Sam occupies my time). But it's especially hard to not be around the people you love when you can't be around the people you love. 

I didn't take any pictures when I was there, but here's one from last year. Picture yesterday exactly like this, except colder...