Overdue Connection

Buffamsville Road
Somersworth, NH

We wedged, cajoled, shimmied and squeezed our 5th wheel down behind Candace and Tim's house this Sunday, but got ourselves quite the nice view from our "living room" window (see photos). It took us two more days than expected to get out of Conway, mostly because inertia (or maybe it was stagnation) - but hey, the extra time with Jon & Sam was wonderful. In any case, here we are. We had our first encounter with black and grey water at a camp ground on the way, in the pouring rain no less. I think next time we'll leave the clear piece out of the plumbing, 'cause we really don't need to be seeing that. Really.

On the flip side, literally, we've been doing more eating that I ever would have imagined, and after the schmorgasborg of N. Conway, our bellies are about as stretched as our fridge. Candace & Tim are foodies just like us. They worship Alton, they take cooking classes, they cook in courses (and let me tell you, these two can cook!), and they are SO ashamed when they take us somewhere that's not phenomenal - they revel in the good times, good beer and organic pleasures of a place like Pepperland (5-Stars from Josh).

Even better than the revelry has been the comraderie. Candace and I haven't seen each other more than a day or two in the last 7 years, and within minutes I was reminded why I liked her so much in the first place. Tim is amazing: funny, kind and light (he belies his rusty biker beard). I think the four of us are about the best foursome life can muster.

I'm off to make some more pancakes, lindsay will tell you all about how much we loved Portsmouth.

-j