Off for an extended weekend in Northern Vermont - which mean, no blogging for a few days.
Our once innocent, sprite-like and "off with the fairies" nephew and godson we didn't think would survive puberty, let alone graduate - is graduating high school. Now replete with a beard, shot-put record, thrash band, and a pair of snakeskin-patterned and **glittered** lycra pants that I made him promise he'd never wear again while I'm alive - he's ready to go make his mark on the world.
So - we're off to Morrisville, Vermont - the town so beautiful, it only has one postcard view. (and one traffic light - still....)
Morrisville - nestled along the mighty Lamoille River - the river that eats mens souls - stupid men who kayak between Johnson and Route 108, where the rapids are.
Yes, it's maple syrup and regulated liquor stores. Black flies and watching for moose at dusk again.
And it should be a phenomenally awesome time.
See you in a few, folks. Thanks for stopping by.