We stared at Jeremy's van for many hours.
This is what Christopher did much of the time.
This is what I did most of the time, sat in the back with my Happy. The only deceiving part of this picture is that I'm smiling. I didn't smile the whole way. Just ask Chris.
This is what Penelope did much of the time: watch movies.
First stop in Vermont: Dunkin' Doughnuts. Penelope's first taste shared with her little cousin, Natie. After spending time in NE again we are convinced that New Englanders have a severe and deeply embedded addiction to Dunkin.'
We arrived at Grandpa Hunt's house in New Hampshire the following evening and the power was out. He and Melissa had prepared quite a turkey feast which we enjoyed by candle light. (And I had my first taste of meat since Jan. The first of many non-vegetarian experiences on the trip!)
The next day, while Grandpa was at work, we ran to Maine's ocean. (OK. We drove, but it sounds so much more poetic the other way.) We got to hang out with Don, The Beloved. That's what I now call him since his long time friends Chris and Jer like him so much.
Don, Jeremy and Christopher apparently running away from the ocean.
Penelope seeing the ocean for the first time. At first Little Miss Cautious said she didn't like the sand because it was "sticky." But soon fell in love with it.
Here she is a bit uncertain still.The Hunt Boys were a delight to watch. Their enthusiasm was both palpable and contagious.
Ethan, 9yrs old
Nathan, 3yrs old
Dylan: 7yrs old
This is York Beach where Christopher and Jer Boy played a lot when they were kids. Their Grandfather's house was just up the road.
Nubble Light. It is one the most photographed lighthouses in the US. It sits on it's own little island. While we were there a seal swam near to say hello. He just kept looking and looking at all of us. So cute!
I wish I could say we enjoyed a cup of coffee at this cafe in this little artist village. We didn't. Don was convinced it was open because he said he could see from the car that there was a guy with dreadlocks making coffee by the window. We approached the window and noticed instead there was a table display of pots and tea kettles. Yeah. No dreadlocks. But truthfully, the view did not require any coffee to be thoroughly enjoyed. The ocean feeds my soul all by itself.
