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Mira and I, along with one standoff-ish couple from Alexandria, VA, are the only strangers. Multiple families—friends all—vacation together and came out for this historical Wike. What a compelling start! We set off, crossing...
Cool mountain water surrounds me. The momentum of my dive carries me toward the inflatable trampoline anchored at the swimming area’s far area. Frankie follows me. We climb out of the water and onto...
We pass quickly through the Artisan Shop. The woman late middle aged that sold us our tickets (and still wears her hair long) shows us the hand-crafted plates, cups, etc. Frankie declares himself out...
We drive into Jeffersonville for breakfast. The Mix Café and Bakery had a cozy, quaint décor. But the menu on a chalkboard carried limited—and pricey—breakfast entrees. We return to 58 Main, our perennial favorite....
I watch Mira exit the Pipe Slide at the North Hill Aquatic Center. She flounders in the exit pool, her arms and legs thrashing as her head bobs up and down. My heart skips...
Swollen masses of cumulus clouds swallow the sky above Mansfield. They spread like a glacier-paced avalanche. Behind them, patches of blue remain. Beyond that, the midday sun shines. We’ve already swum our laps and...
The kettle-corn maker stands outside the Meeting House. I catch a glimpse of vendors inside. People pour in and out. We pass through the Welcome sign to the Village Center and continue up the...
The shuttle bus pulls into a parking lot for the Long Trail somewhere out of Johnston. We stretch, introduce ourselves and set off. Pat sets a pace we weren’t used to. The forest closes...
