July 22nd, 2006
A bit belated, here are some photos from our trip to Boston, Portsmouth NH, and Maine. We spent the fourth of July in a sailboat on the river watching the sun change from yellow to pink (to gray, but we won’t dwell on that) while the Boston Pops played in the background. The fireworks show in Boston is spectacular–the most elaborate I have ever seen. We had a little picnic on the boat; a great time was had by all.
The next day we had a pastry (or seven) and coffee and drove up the coast to Portsmouth, which is the cutest town. We had a fantastic lunch and brew at the brewery there and walked around the town and up to the lighthouse. If you’re ever in the area, I recommend stopping here. If I was going to buy a summer home, this town is my cup of tea.
On the first day of the fourth grade, our class was tasked with writing a short story and drawing a picture of what we did on summer vacation. I decided that instead of sharing the boring story of how I spent my days at the El Dorado swimming pool, the story would shine much brighter if I had gone to Maine and flown in a hot-air balloon. I’ve thought on Maine often with ideas of saltwater, exotic birds, prehistoric bugs crawling the ocean floor, greenscapes dotted with wild daisies, and lighthouses perched on islands just large enough for a century-old willow. Oh, Maine, you lived up to each expectation beautifully.