Cruising Vermont’s back roads in a classic convertible: best thing ever? Pretty close.
On our way back we stopped to check out a waterfall. Stephen, Hannah and Uncle Jim decided to walk all the way out along the train tracks to peer down into the river gorge. Lexi and I declined on the basis of sheer terror. I’m okay with that choice.
On Saturday morning we went tubing down the river. Not wanting a repeat of the last excursion, I didn’t take any photos of us battling the rapids. And battle them we did.
The river run was exhilarating and exhausting, and left us limping around for days.
Worth it? Totally.
I have to say, though, that the very best part of Saturday (possibly of the whole weekend) was all of us piling into the big bed to spend a lazy morning watching TV. Nothing to do and nowhere to be, except for together. Absolutely fabulous.
Scenes on the way to Vermont.
1. Stephen drove his new car, which is by far the roomiest and comfiest car of any in the family.
2. Bonus: he’s a great driver.
3. Double Bonus: Lexi joined us on our awesome kids’ adventure.
4. We listened to Disney songs from our childhood that can still make us cry.
5. Hanging out in the backseat with Hannah = awesome.
