A famous event in my life is from 1966, when my dear parents, after driving 4 kids (without seatbelts) from NJ to NH’s Lake Winnipesaukee, finally arrived, only to have me put my fingers into the car door-jam. The door got slammed. And I had serious pain (sorry pop). After some running cold water on it, and a series of lollypops (hey – I was 8), all was well. Although I do have a scar still.
Anyways, as sort of a penance for that event, we headed out to stay 3 nights in Weir Beach, on the shores of Lake Winnipesaukee. We started out with a boat cruise across the lake , past many many 1% houses. One the way over , Amy filmed a Dunkin Donuts commercial (doesn’t that always happen?)
We arrived in a small town called Wolfeboro. We were greeted by…. (sigh)…. the dreaded white tents, signifying a craft show in progress, thrilling 50% of our team. it was fine, and a great lunch. Then back across the lake and a bit of swimming.
A fine opening day on the lake (ignore all the tattoo parlors) .