We've just arrived at the camp, and we're looking forward to a wet and wooly weekend.
Wesley gets ready for bed while a nice camp dinner is preparing in the foreground. Between Massachusetts and Maine, there's just enough of New Hampshire for the State Liquor Store. Reason enough for New Hampshire's existence.
Karen ran around the lake today, 7 miles! She's feeling tough.
Moments later, the adrenaline is consumed and fatigue takes over.
Karen can make any face that Wesley can make!
I'm getting sleepy, just enough time for a bedtime story.
Karen did not put Max on the ladder. Rather, he launched himself up it when he saw Clifford appearing from the loft bedroom. Things quickly got out of hand from there; everyone in this photo is wearing their own special look of concern.
Tired + Dirty = Happy
Must.. read.. book.. while Wesley's attention is diverted.
Wesley is losing strip poker, but once he gets this hat off Clifford the game will be a little closer.
What? That thing is still on your head?
And the glasses too! Now things are really heating up.