Right about there's where I stopped cursing the No Service messages and gave up. Here's what I'd add. (In addition to "Ha! We're home and our tomatoes are safe and we've taken Cujo's gun away. Who wants to live with an armed cat anyhow?")
It remains to be said that I loved hanging out at Bonnie's, using the excuse (entirely valid) of my knees as refuge from outings and exercise, enjoying the company of trees. And the blessed balm of stillness when only the hush-hush whisper of leaves and the cries of birds can be heard.
On our way home, we stopped at Pipestem State Park in West Virginia. Where the trees are bigger and more silently present. Where the mountains themselves are alive but not talking about it. That was good, too.
Now we're glad to be home.
*How prophetic this turned out to be!