The long pond

I thought this would be a good blip for my final morning. I've taken so many blips of this bit of water.
Dan took me to Bangor to catch the bus. I am still feeling emotional about it all. 
The bus ride was uneventful until we actually got to the Boston airport. The traffic was horrendous.  I'd never seen it that way. Luckily the bus driver was very good and willing to take some chances. So now I sit here waiting for departure in about an hour. A nice thing is I'm carrying my fiddle back with me so I will have it to play at the Irish session this week.