On Friday, Chris and I drove about 6.5 hours through New Hampshire and Maine to New Brunswick. We celebrated our third anniversary early (August 1) by spending the weekend in the small town of St. John, which is situated on the Bay of Fundy. Chris booked rooms at a beautiful Bed and Breakfast that allowed dogs, so we didn't need to kennel Greta. Unfortunately, the weekend was very foggy and a bit rainy, so we couldn't take many pictures of the water or the tides. We did walk along the water with Greta for a while. Chris and I also popped into the touristy shops and spent some time at the City Market where vendors offer ethnic food and wares. In the evening, the town festival hosted a local comic, so we listened to his show for a while. On the drive home Sunday, we stopped at St. Andrew, which is near the U.S. border and ate salmon at a local cafe. Chris also gorged on wood-smoked salmon that he bought at a road-side stand. I think he's inspired to learn how to smoke fish now.
Every summer, a nearby theater offers free performances of a Shakespeare play within the Boston Commons for a couple weeks during the summer. This year, the selected play was A Midsummer Night's Dream. Chris and I drove into Boston last night for the 8:00 performance and stumbled across great seats (people sit on the ground) not too far back. We lugged a couple blankets and some snacks and watched the performance, which was excellent and funnier than I remembered from reading the play. The first picture below shows a scene with Oberon, Titania and the fairies, and the next shows the "play within the play" being enacted.
Chris and I climbed Mount Washington in the White Mountains of New Hampshire yesterday. Mount Washington is the highest peak on the East Coast at 6,288 feet. We trekked along Tuckerman's Ravine through the bowl of the mountain, along the waterfalls and across the rock fields to the summit. After about three hours of climbing (with Greta leading the way), we stumbled to the observatory at the top. Round trip, the hike is about 8.5 miles - we made it down in a little over two hours. The first picture below I swiped from wikipedia of Mount Washington's summit from a distance.
You can see from the pictures some of the rocks fields we traversed - the boulders were enormous and slippery from water trickling through the slabs of rock. Chris and I saw several other dogs on the hike, but the only breeds we saw ascending the summit were labs and border collies. Greta proved herself an incredible hiker, hopping over the huge rocks, but she is absolutely exhausted today. Her paws are a bit scraped up as well. I can't say that any part of the hike was easy, but I'm glad we did it.
I can't believe over a week has passed since Sean and Bonny's wedding. I admit to feeling a bit of sadness to leave Minnesota after spending several packed days with family. I didn't take many pictures, but here are a few off my camera and off my brother Jamie's. The first picture is at Sean and Bonny's townhome before the wedding, and the rest were taken on the day of the wedding.
Happy Birthday, Greta! Greta turned three years old on July 4 - that makes her twenty-one in puppy dog years. We bought Greta her favorite (but expensive) dog treats and poured her a little bit of beer. She gave it a sniff and a snub.
The Leckrones vs. Boston Chris' parents, Mike and Rhonda, and his sister Katie flew to Boston last Saturday and left today. We crammed a lot into the week - visited historical sites, hit several restaurants and enjoyed the beautiful weather. First stop on Sunday was, of course, the Granary Burial Grounds, resting place for such notable historical characters as Paul Revere, John Hancock and Sam Adams (pictured below). The Fourth of July festivities along the Freedom Trial also prompted some historical reenactments.
Chris spotted an advertisement for the Boston "Chowda" Festival and forced us to attend. After we paid an entrance fee, we sampled several restaurants' competition chowders, with no rules against seconds (or thirds). We stopped at MIT on the way home.
Monday, I worked, but everyone else drove to Portland, Maine for the day. That evening we boiled lobsters for a seafood feast.
On Tuesday, we drove to Falmouth on Cape Cod and hopped a ferry to Martha's Vineyard where we rented scooters and drove along the beach.
On July 4, we drove about 15 minutes to Lexington and Concord. For lunch, we grilled burgers, brats and shrimp kabobs and kicked back until fireworks started. We drove downtown at about 9:00, parked and battled our way through the crowds to a spot along the Charles River to watch the best fireworks display I've ever seen. We didn't get home until about midnight. Chris and I went back to work Thursday and Friday, but Saturday we toured the Sam Adams Brewery and the U.S.S. Constitution (a.k.a. Old Ironsides). We ate an incredible Italian meal in the North End that evening (butternut squash ravioli and pumpkin tortellini).
Chris and I are alone again but will be flying to Minnesota on Tuesday for Sean and Bonny's wedding festivities.