Another fine day, another fine trail. This time both kids came along. Winter is grudgingly giving way to spring – a couple of days ago the temperature bottomed out at 0° F, today was in the 50’s, and tomorrow will be below freezing again.
Quinn: “Did you take out cash when you deposited that check?”
Megh: “Yeah, I wanted some in case you asked if I had any cash.”
Quinn: “I ask you if you have cash so I can buy something off-the-books, which I shouldn’t do.”
Megh: “I get cash so I can buy things off-the-books, too.”
Meghan, Alpha, and I have started hiking the Harold Parker State Forest today. It’s pretty big, it should tide us over for the spring.
Our first leg was beautiful.
Apparently there are beaver in that pond:
This tree has seen a little more beaver-love:
The trails in the HP connect with a ring of trails around metro Boston, the Bay Circuit. It’s 200 miles from end to end, so we’ll be hiking it for a few years to come.
Its a nice replacement for our old hiking project, along the Hop River Trail. The four of us hiked from Willimantic to Manchester over the course of a year, the Bay Circuit should take a bit longer.
Alpha, Beta, and I went to Old Sturbridge Village this past weekend to see their Antique Sleigh Rally. Alpha is obsessed with horses so it seemed like a home run in the Dad of the Year game.
Alas, Alpha bored of it in under ten minutes. Even Beta was still having fun when she announced that she wanted to do something else. Wow.
At Beta’s request we made a beeline to the Freeman Farm so we could commune with the sheep and chickens. And there, behind the cooper’s shed, we found my redemption: sledding.
We lived a little on the wild side: both girls tried sledding while standing (pictured) as well as other orientations (backwards, in the lotus position, etc). Alpha was quite proud of herself after her first run while standing, and I was equally proud of her. Don’t tell OSV we did it, though – with no one policing the hill it was much more natural and fun.
We had an ice storm last weekend, and I didn’t get a chance to clear my car off until today (took that long to dig out to it). As I was brushing off the dry powdery stuff from last night, I hit a layer of ice. Hard ice. Thick, white ice. “Aw, crap,” I think, “This is going to take FOREVER to get off!” So I continue brushing off the snow, and discover something.
That ice? Was 4″ above the car. In between was another layer of snow. My car had an ice COAT. I took these UNDER the layer of ice.
Ice caves! The light is so pretty in these! The car is now mostly clean. It still has a bit of a car-hawk (a Korean punk rocker look or something).
I let Meghan buy a new car – brand new, 13 miles on it. This may or may not be a mistake, but it’s definitely cheaper than keeping the Volvo running.
Where’d ya get it?
The doggy dropped it.
Where’s the doggy?
Behind the door.
What’s he doin’?
I’ll be honest, this post is mostly to gloat.
The night after the other parental unit’s disastrous night in the tent, I offered the kids a second camping trip to the back yard.
Alpha slept all night… in the tent. (willingly!)
Beta slept all night… in the tent.
I slept all night… in the tent.
I was the last one to nod off, and that was before eleven p.m. And we all slept until after sunrise.