At last Laura is home again.
Back after spending 17 years in exile.
Greener than a Land Rover usually is, and needing a few buckets of soapy water, but in far better shape than I had been hoping for.
I’ve been turning the engine every time I visited her in storage, so I knew that moved freely. When we pulled her out of the barn and onto the trailer, everything else seemed to move freely without any issues.
The last stuff was removed from the garage yesterday, so she could be brought home.
I enjoyed the sight of her in the garage so much, that I didn’t close the door before nighttime.