road trip

I'm off to the wellspring of my novel, which sounds like something Henry James or George Eliot might say, don't you think? Logan, in other words, which so far as I know is unchronicled by James and certainly not by Eliot. There was a Logan native poet, but I can't remember her name just now. Alice something?
It seems like a good time to go, novelwise--I'm in the limbo between draft and revision. I gave myself a month to do ordinary things like start my classes and go grocery shopping and buy some new shoes--revision starts on or about September 17. Otherwise, it's always a good time to go to Logan, because my daughters and grandsons live there. They've gotten pretty good at sliding down the slide--which takes skills you probably don't remember acquiring--but they don't climb up ladderlike steps yet, so someone (me, for instance) has to lift them up as far as possible so they can slide back down. Plus, there's swinging.