Claire got a little net action in when we were in Driggs. That’s Nicholas in the background. Claire’s got game, as you can see.
Ginny, Patrick and Nicholas played some birdie-ball and enjoyed themselves like they were little kids at Grandma’s. It was unseasonably warm, and all took advantage. I miss them already.
Farmer Claire reaped a carrot from Joyce and Lee’s garden.
Joyce helped her wash it.
She used a veggie brush, of course.
I can do it myself.
See?
Taking the carrot for a ride on the greenway in St. Anthony.
Taking Aunt Joyce for a ride, too.
The Pemaquid Lighthouse again. So beautiful, this coast.
On the rocks below the lighthouse. You can see Randy, and Ginny with Claire exploring the rocks. Everyone played for about an hour out there.
I sneaked away just before five p.m., because I had a hunch they would close the lighthouse to visitors at five. The guide closed the gate behind me, in fact. They allowed groups of four to climb into the top to the lamp room. Luckily for me, I was a group of one, and I was able to sneak into the third to the last group going up, since there were only three of them. I didn’t have to wait. After climbing the very narrow and steep spiral staircase nearly to the lamp room, I had to shimmy up a vertical ladder to a platform above, sans handholds at the top. Gees, Louise, it was an adventure for this vertically phobic person. But I did it! And this view was my reward.
The top area was so small, it was difficult to take a good photo of the light, since it was so close.
While in Maine last weekend, we visited a Shaker Village. Noah starts his first day of kindergarten tomorrow. Good luck Mom and Dad! He really liked the old farm implements at the Shaker place.
We drove to Owl’s Head to a transportation museum. (see ornithopter post below) There was a biker exhibition going on, and there were probably 1000 bikers there. The loudspeaker blared Joplin and the Animals, and it felt like the 60’s again. Claire and Noah found the kiddie rides.
Claire was serious in reporting crime.
On our way home, we stopped at the Pemaquid lighthouse. Holy cow what a pretty place. This is something like lighthouse number 70 or so for us.
Grandkid photos. Claire likes to pose. Noah seldom sits still for it, though this time, the stone wall provided a high spot for him. Also in the photo: Baxter, the new old cat without a tail, who is the upstairs pet at the Beisels. Yes, they have a downstairs pet, too.
Everybody sing: “I don’t want to play in your yard. I don’t like you anymore. You’ll be sorry when you see me sliding down our cellar door. You can’t holler down our rain barrel. You can’t climb our apple tree. I don’t want to play in your yard, if you won’t be good to me.”
Ginny and Craig added two rain barrels and a very cool gate to their backyard, and I couldn’t resist the old song lyrics.
When I was about 8 years old, I made this mosaic out of colored rocks. I gave it to Ginny, and now it hangs in Claire’s room. Everybody say “ahhhhh.”
