The kids are not amused when Matt and I sing “When the Roll is Called Up Yonder” at the top of our lungs in the car.
It’s time to get the car radio fixed.
The heavy man in a hat and overalls at the Mobil Mart in Bridgepoint, Connecticut did not wash his hands after using the bathroom (per Miles).
My stepkids are irrepressible optimists. (“Well, at least we only needed two new tires.”)
Given the option of fresh blueberry pie, black raspberry ice cream, or homemade doughboys, Miles will still opt for a chocolate milkshake.
Nina forgets the rules to games she invents.
I like our friends Angel and Lee Ann, whose 10-year anniversary/vow renewal we were here to celebrate, even more than I thought.
Cadillac Mountain is the highest point on the eastern seaboard and the first place in America to see the sunrise.
I’m kind of Spiderman with extra skillz when it comes to climbing the Penobscot Trail.
We should not have started this climb two hours before dark.
Eating nothing but fish and chips for 24 hours is not a good idea.
There are combination antiques/used books/wine shops here. MUST RETURN.