For two weeks in late July, the five of us vacationed in New England. We had a wonderful time exploring Boston, the North Shore of Massachusetts, and Acadia National Park in Maine. All of us are ready to go back. Maine quickly became our favorite summer vacation spot.Across the miles, I pulled out my journal and scribbled additions to the list. Beautiful gifts from His hand... I want to remember each one...
:: EZ pass.
:: A quick stop at the lake. A night with Nana and Papa.
:: And many jumps off the dock.
:: Boston swan boats.
:: A duck tour. Quack.
:: The hospitality of old friends.
:: Walking the Freedom Trail.
:: Ice cream stands with driving ranges.
:: Rocky beaches.
:: Wingaersheek Beach... 100 degree day relief. (Thanks for the recommendation, Kit!)
:: Spotting a Sea Kettler on the train. : )
:: Cherry Farm Creamery.
:: Finding a good local deli.
:: White New England church steeples.
:: White sail dotted bay.
:: Cool ocean breeze after a long hike.
:: Cottage #9.
:: Charcoal grills.
:: Picnic tables.
:: Honey Nut Cheerios - their vacation cereal.
:: Walking together.
:: Pine cones.
:: Late afternoon hikes.
:: Being in nature all day. Every day.
:: Balsam fir scented woods.
:: Skipping stones.
:: Clear reflections.
:: Fern-covered forest floor.
:: Reaching the top.
:: Mountain-top picnics.
:: Sea cliffs.
:: Cold water on hiking tired feet.
:: Sea spray.
:: Being silly.
:: Taking our time.
:: Tough five year-old legs making it to the top... and back down.
:: Tea and popovers at the Jordan Pond House. With dear friends from church!
:: Kids that go and go and go... loving every mile. : )
:: Walking sticks.
:: Birch tree forests.
:: Wild roses.
:: Clearly marked trails.
:: Deep inhale of fresh air.
:: Rented bikes.
:: Carriage roads.
:: Encouraging words from older brother and sister.
:: Hard earned junior ranger badges.
:: Adventure-loving kids.
:: Late night mini golf.
:: Wild blueberries. Everywhere.
:: Blueberry Soda.
:: Lobster pound dining on the sound.
:: Lobsters that do tricks.
:: Lobster rolls.
:: Sweatshirts at night.
:: Starry skies. Gasps from city kids.
our last stop... back at the lake...
:: Sunsets along I-95.
:: Two weeks. Just us.
I know it's not Monday, but...