Here on the Hill

It has been difficult to blog the last week since we have been without internet access at our motels or while staying with my family in New York. As a result, we have not really presented a very good synopsis of our activities over the past few days. We are at another friend's house currently so don't have long to write, but here are the abbreviated highlights of our jaunt through New England:

• Shopping at the LL Bean outlet in Freeport, ME.
• Renting a tripped-out 1970's era four-bedroom house on an Econo Lodge property in Lincoln, New Hampshire for $150 a night after a slew of Scots took every other available room in town and within a 20-mile radius for the Highland Games. We obviously did not know about the event when planning our stay in the region.
  
• Seeing said Scots in full Scottish regalia (kilts and funky fringed knee socks) over breakfast at the motel the next morning.
• Walking through the Flume in the White Mountains of New Hampshire.
• Walking around the grounds of my old summer camp in Sunapee, New Hampshire and reading old grafitti in the bunks from when I was there (in the late 1980's!!!).
• Driving through numerous covered bridges in New Hampshire and Vermont.
  
• Doing nothing all day but eat, do laundry, and watch movies with my nephew at my parents house in Upstate New York.
• Having dinner in Boston with an old camp friend, Meredith, after cold-calling her that morning (after being out of touch for over 3 years).
• Taking a nap on the beach in Cape Cod.
• Eating even more lobster.
• Visiting my friend Kaveri's art studio in Providence, RI.

As you can tell, we are still having a blast on the road. Next stop is New York City where we will visit more with my parents and my old high school pals.

I leave you with the following picture which will be achingly familiar to a couple of our friends and readers and baffling and not particularily interesting to everyone else. Same goes for the title of the blog.


Post-script from Dave:

I think Kathy has slightly sold short the whole Econolodge 1970's house thing. Basically, I honestly went to bed that evening half-expecting to get hacked to death in my sleep by a crazy hotel manager. The reasons for this are as follows:

1. The hotel manager, for indecipherable reasons, insisted that we had to pay him in cash for the room. Up front.
2. The hotel manager had two teeth. I guess its probably un-PC to judge somebody based on their possession or non-possession of teeth. But, hey, something about a guy missing almost all his teeth with a slightly wild look in his eye makes me think "serial killer".
3. The four-bedroom house looked like something out of a 1970's horror film:

I'm happy to report that we survived our night in the 1970s horror movie house. I guess I misjudged Mr. Toothless Hotel Manager guy. All I know is, if I ever lose all my teeth and end up managing a hotel, I'm getting me some dentures so I don't creep everyone out.