Dusting and De-Rusting

As I sit here in our apartment writing this I'm wearing a mint colored shirt with an owl on it that someone who's followed our photo sets might recognize. It was my favorite shirt before we left for Iceland in May 2011 and the accompanying preferential treatment I gave it while we traveled is probably the reason I'm still able to wear it today - the only one of the four I had with me that's really still fit for public.

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Northland Bound

One of the unforeseen benefits of travel in a vintage car - or at least in OUR vintage car - is the slower pace of speed. Perhaps, also, it is just that everyone around us, in their Japanese import, is whizzing along a few (or twenty) km per hour over the limit, causing them to pass us in droves. By the time we found ourselves on North Island roads headed towards the Waitomo Caves area, we were fully comfortable in the Sunday cruising mode.

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