Friday, August 31, 2007
I can't say I loved this movie, but it was okay. Once you get by the fictionalized story of Jane's romance with Tom LeFroy, you can sit back and enjoy it. For Jane purists though, it must be painful. It moved a little too slowly, but it had to be hard to flesh out a 2+ hour movie with the very little that is really known about Jane herself. It was a pretty movie though and Anne Hathaway (the girl in The Devil Wears Prada) did a credible job as a young Jane; she's very pretty and you don't even realize she's not English. I especially liked the way they linked the insult Tom delivers to Jane early in the movie with the insult Mr. Darcy pays to Elizabeth Bennett in Pride and Prejudice at the assembly. That was a nice touch. Fodder for the writer's mill. See below.
Monday, August 27, 2007
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
Sunday, August 19, 2007
Today we went back to Hyde Park to see FDR's home away from home. This was really his mother's home, but he and Eleanor lived there when they weren't in Washington or New York. The tour was very interesting and made us appreciate what a remarkable person he really was. He was apparently a spoiled child and a mediocre student and went on to bring the country out of the depression and through World War II. Eleanor was also quite an inspirational character; I am going to read her autobiography when I get home.
We had dinner at Le Petit Bistro in Rhinebeck. I know, the name sounds too precious, but the food was wonderful. Bill says he'd come back to this area anytime for the food alone.
Speaking of home, that's where we're headed after breakfast tomorrow and I think we're both glad to be going. It's been a wonderful vacation, but you know what they say.
Saturday, August 18, 2007
Friday, August 17, 2007
Thursday, August 16, 2007
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
I've been wanting to see Acadia National Park for a long time. Today I did. The day was overcast which was a shame, but not a disaster. There is a road that loops around the park and we got a bit off course and ended up doing the last part first and the first part last. That was too bad because the first part threw me for a loop. You were supposed to see various sights and then end up driving to the summit of Cadillac Mountain which is the highest point of land on the eastern seaboard at 1,530 feet. That doesn't sound very high to all you world travelers who have been in the Rockies and Grand Tetons, I know. I was okay when we started up but the higher we got, the more uncomfortable I became. By the time we reached the top, I was sure we were going to tumble off the side and roll all the way down. It just made me nervous and I couldn't wait to get down. I think it kind of spoiled the day for me. I did manage to take a few pictures of things on the shore that pleased me.
You are probably wondering how I got this fantastic shot of this guy. Well, he was eating cheezits out of some lady's hand on the rocks and seemed to quite happy to have his picture taken, as long as the cheezits kept coming.
This was a pretty lake in the heart of the park. We leave here tomorrow and go to Wiscasset for a night on our way to Portsmouth, NH.
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
I feel like I'm on sensory overload right now. Everywhere I look is such stunning natural beauty that I almost can't believe it's real. Even the man-made things look beautiful to me.
Here's a picture from our route this morning up to Bar Harbor. This is Camden, Maine. Bill said "Isn't it strange to use the words 'Camden' and 'beautiful' in the same sentence?"
Here's one I took in another little town we stopped in briefly on the way up.
Ok, just two more. This is the view from our room.
That's enough for tonight; I have to rest my senses. Tomorrow we go to Acadia.
The minute we crossed the state line into Maine, a little chant began in my head. Bill said he heard it too. "Lobster, lobster, lobster," it said. I couldn't make it stop. When we checked into our inn, the proprietor asked if we wanted any dinner recommendations. "Sure, that would be great," we said. "My favorite," he said, "is the Thistle Inn. They have the most delicious duck." Duck! Duck? Who wants duck in Maine. We can get duck in Malvern for cripes' sake. Needless to say, we ignored his suggestions and took ourselves down to Boothbay Harbor and found a little rickety lobster shack and gorged ourselves. Mmmm. Maine lobster really spoils you for lobster anywhere else. It is so fresh and tender and scrumptious. Right on the water, paper plates, steamed to perfection. It doesn't get much better than this. Am I making you hungry? Come to Maine.
I certainly haven't been to all 50 states, or even half of them, I guess, but I have to say, of the ones I have been to, Maine has to be my favorite. Now, that said, Hawaii is probably the most perfect paradise, but it's so far away, it's almost a dream. Maine is accessible. It is here on the east coast and you can get there from here. I just love everything about it, in fact, I think I could live here permanently. Bill looks at me in absolute horror when I say that, but I think I mean it. Every time I see a real estate sign with "waterfront" on it, I say "let's go look." He just drives on.
Monday, August 13, 2007
Linda and Rob in 1977
Here's Linda being surprised.
After the surprise wore off a little bit
Saturday was the surprise party for Rob and Linda's 25th anniversary. Their daughters engineered the whole thing and it was held at Linda's mother's home. There was copious food, drink, games, music, laughs, and mosquitoes. Many friends and family came - Linda's family alone constitutes quite a crowd. We were there along with Bob's sister and her husband, and, of course, Shirl and Bob. Scott, Beth and the children made the long drive up, too.
Here are the girls. I know you all want to see them. In order, Lindsay, Jenna (and Rob), Kim.
This photo should give you an idea of what our entire trip was like. Bumper-to-bumper traffic, teeming rain, traffic, rain, rain, traffic, you get the idea. It took us 7 hours and 20 minutes (including a stop for lunch) to get from our house to Shirley's. Fortunately, things took a turn for the better as the weekend progressed. But we would just as soon forget Friday.