Adirondack Fishing and a Very Tight Squeeze

As I write this, I am sitting in my aunt and uncle’s front yard, looking out on Saratoga Lake, at the foot of the Adirondack Mountains. Elise is fishing off the end of the dock and just caught herself a bass. Her Uncle Chris would be proud.



Before the fishing, Uncle Ted took us out for a ride on Uncle Jack’s pontoon boat. Elise and I went out along with Aunt Jan and 2 of Elise’s second cousins, Patrick and Nicole. All the kids wanted to go “faster, faster”!



We left Maine yesterday and drove to just outside of Montpelier, Vermont. Our GPS navigator, Vicky (doesn’t every GPS have a name?), wanted us to go down 95 to Massachusetts and then back up into New Hampshire, but we decided to take the scenic route along Route 2 through Maine, New Hampshire and Vermont. It was glorious. We drove along the top of the White Mountains and the views were spectacular.

We stayed the night in a Wal-Mart parking lot and this morning went to Mass in Montpelier at St. Augustine. The drive to Saratoga was fairly uneventful and now we are happily ensconsed between 2 houses, each owned by an uncle, Uncle Jack on one side and Uncle Ted on the other.