Some mornings I hear Laura leave at 6:20, some days I don’t. Today I did, and turned down enough covers to see the some light in the grey sky. Went back to sleep until the alarm rang at 8:30. So much snow. I heard Laura shovel the deck and stairs, which I appreciated when I went out to survey the snow. I have some places to go today, and moved a lot of snow to begin the process. Now I’m typing, and drying out. Snow is as wet and cold as rain.
|Stopped to take a picture|
I woke up in the middle of the night, and turned my thoughts to vacation. We want to go somewhere. Anywhere, to quote Laura. Four corners, she suggested. She’s read about it. And, she’s sixteen and has been nowhere, except Wisconsin (which she likes very much!). And the National Mall, including the Jefferson Memorial. I feel badly. By sixteen I’d seen much of the country once. Laura has no idea how far it is to four corners.
So, in the night my hazy thoughts travelled the Finger Lakes, which could be a little boring for children, and wandered on to---Lake Champlain, and the ferry boat! Then what? What to do in New England? Strawberry----strawberry something. I’ll ask my daughter in the morning.
This morning I realized it must be Portsmouth, as that is the only harbor in New Hampshire and the place I remembered involved a port and so many things to see. I googled Portsmouth, and there it was. Strawberry Banke, and much of the rest of Portsmouth I recalled.
Victoria’s parents agreed she could come and hike and tour with Laura, and the more I put it together, the more I like heading east to New England. I could spend a lot of time there, and I hope the girls will be excited, too. Except for monster roller coasters at Halloween, Laura isn’t much interested in theme destinations, and Victoria sure isn’t.
I hope to do some short college visits too, this year. After cleaning the car this morning, I think I’ll be stressing college where the sun shines.