When the driveway led to a huge, beautiful house, with several cars parked on a concrete pad, I knew I was in the right place. I pulled in next to an SUV with Washington plates and got out of the car, stretched out my sore, tense muscles, and then retrieved my luggage from the trunk. I’d managed to pack efficiently and only had one large suitcase, a garment bag, and a carry-all with my tablet that held my copy of the script, my e-reader, chargers, and miscellaneous other minutiae. Having pulled all the bags out, I stood there for a long moment, breathing in crisp, clean, salt-scented air and taking in my surroundings.