We went to Hancock Point, though barely even for the whole weekend. (What with the very late start we got on Friday night (we hit the road at about 6:30), because we were determined – okay, Ray was determined – to get the trailer lights hooked up and operating before we got there (which was a very smart thing), so that we could tow the boat home when we came back. And, with the need to return to Farmington on Sunday morning, for Alden’s soccer game, it made for a pretty short stay. But, it is only a two hour and 15 minute drive, so, that is okay.).
In theory, we went to close up the house, for Anne. And indeed, we did that, though it was not much work in the end. Really, I suppose, we went in part simply because we could.
We had a perfectly lovely day on Saturday. Beach, biking, reading (Alden discovered Calvin and Hobbes on this trip), Reed’s Rocks,
grilling supper (with local meat and vegetables from the farmer's market in Farmington),
loons in winter plumage,
and so on.
Everything feels different in the fall, at Hancock Point. The colors, the light, riding around on bikes, it all just has a different feel.
Everything feels different in the fall, at Hancock Point. The colors, the light, riding around on bikes, it all just has a different feel.
1 comment:
Yeah! I have been waiting for a new post. I almost wrote to you to tell you to put something new up. I know you guys are having a great fall and I wanted to see some of it. It looks beautiful there. So jealous of the colors. How is life? Do you have a new email address? Looks like snow here tonight. Talk to you soon. Jil
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