After Friday's focus on my old friends and neighbors, we spent the rest of the weekend with Todd's friend Bryan and his family. Todd and Bryan go back to fourth or fifth grade, so I was hoping for some embarrassing stories and photos. I got some stories, but Todd's hard to embarrass, and he never really did get rattled.
His friends were fabulous, though, and so welcoming in every way. We had a quintessential out-of-the-city experience with them. Saturday morning they took us hiking up Mount Filo for a little exertion and beautiful views. In the afternoon we went swimming at the Bolton potholes: a series of natural pools in rocks that run one from the next, connected by waterfalls. It looked like something out of a Norman Rockwell painting. In the evening, Bryan and Todd built a fire outside so Jane and the girls could make smores while Bryan, Todd, and I went into Burlington to see the town and go out to dinner. Sunday was spent at a local farm that's open to the public where we got to milk a cow; chase and, in a few cases, catch chickens and pick them up; play name that poop, learn how to make felt, and so much more.
A couple photos of our adventures are below.
View from Mount Filo
Todd knows his shit
Me and my chicken
3 comments:
Sounds (and looks) like a great trip!
Ok. Name that poop/knows his shit. That's BRILLIANT! I laughed out loud.
Looks like a stellar weekend!
Sounds like you worried for nothing. I am so glad you had a nice time!
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