Jana & RJ, Up In A Tree...

Their wedding was glorious.  And for the second time this summer, I got to be a guest instead of the photographer, which is incredibly enjoyable, if a bit foreign.  All the best to my beloved friends and their sweet, little family.

Silent Cal Leaves His Mark.

Every time I attempt to visit the Coolidge Homestead in Plymouth, something stops me.  It's our sister museum, so there are many reasons, work-wise, I've been trying to get there.  The first time, just as we were leaving our house, unexpected company arrived.  The second time, we were partway there when we found a hurt baby owl in the road and delivered it to the hospital for raptors.  This time, we actually MADE it to Plymouth, but in the parking lot, where we sat at a picnic table to have a bit of lunch beforehand, I cut my finger very badly trying to slice some cheese.  But...I had to break this curse, so instead of heading to the hospital, we taped it up and toured the darn museum, despite the thunder that started to crash as we walked from building to building!  THERE!  FINALLY!  And other than the throbbing finger and ominous sky, it was lovely!  

Molly's 50th!

Gathered in Tamworth, NH for Mol's birthday.  Hiking to waterfalls, toasting our toes by the fire, laughing on the patio, what a great time!

Minor Miners

Ruggle's Mine in NH.  Everything you see glitters as if a zillion tiny mirrors are set in the walls and ground.  When the sun comes out, it's almost blinding, and your skin sparkles wherever the dust settles.  They give you pick-axes and buckets, then turn you loose to chip out mica, feldspar, tourmaline, garnets, quartz crystals, etc.  We sang the Seven Drawf's song several times as we dug away.  A very cool, beautiful, old-school attraction and we highly recommend it!

Island Time

Grab Bag Day

We started out running a few errands in the Upper Valley, then moseyed on over to Potter's Place for a caboose picnic, next explored the nearby back roads until we found the swimming hole I remembered from my teen summers, complete with natural slides carved from rock and mini-waterfalls just right for little boys to play in.  Eli was terrifically excited by every new bend in the stream and grinned non-stop as he paddled in the clear pools.  After that, it was on to Lake Sunapee for a lake-themed historical museum and home-made gelato on the marina docks.  Next stop, a river-side farm where we picked a flat of perfect strawberries as the sun set and finally finished up our day with what Ira considered a highlight, an exploding bottle of local, orange cream soda that fell from our grocery cart and broke in the parking lot with a big smash, resulting in several workers rushing over to help clean it up.  Ira talked about it the rest of the way home, or at least until he fell asleep, and we carried him in to bed, berry-stains and all.  

Wilson Castle

Wilson Castle in Proctor. At the end of a washed-out driveway littered with old signs, logs and a decrepit motorboat rotting in the bushes, the castle was empty of other guests. We wandered around the 32 rooms for several hours, fascinated. Half outrageous opulence, half crumbling ruin, some areas were perfect, some seemed as if you, and the turret you were in, would plummet to the ground at any moment, so broken and moldy. The kids were both delighted and spooked.