I smiled back. Took the bottle of homemade Apple Jack Wine, and had my first sip. It was as if I had taken a bite out of the most perfect, sweet Golden Delicious apple. The alcohol burn came short and late in the tasting. I was taken aback at how smooth and lovely it was.
In between conversations, the four of us gently passed the bottle around our circle. Talk was the kind that was intermixed with stories and bits about ourselves. Friendship was sealed that night. A rite of passage that aligned our hearts and put a connection for us in the land of The Blue Ridge Mountains. I think we all became blood sisters and brother with Sarah and Jerry. When I later shared that thought with Sarah, she confirmed the feeling as well.
The events leading us here were not in our vision or thoughts. We were trying to avoid a tropical storm as we were leaving Florida. Keeping our eye on the storm movement, we tried to time our route and daylight hours to get northward to Pennsylvania on dry roads.