Jack and Peter hold the map of the woods and hills behind Graddad's house in Maine. Granddad maintains the system of trails as part of the state snowmobile trail, and in the winter he negotiates a big grooming machine along the twists and turns; we borrowed his little Kubota dumptruck, and managed to get it stuck in the mud. We're obviously city kids, though by the end of our week in Maine, Jack and Peter were old pros at following the trails and were no longer quite so concerned about my trail-driving abilities. [Hide the verbosity]
Thanks, Chris! That would be the patented “Jack smirk”–the boy is incapable of taking a straight picture. Usually I get the tongue, so this is a nice change…
September 24th, 2006 at 9:18 pm
I love the expression on the left. Very nice.
September 26th, 2006 at 9:28 am
Thanks, Chris! That would be the patented “Jack smirk”–the boy is incapable of taking a straight picture. Usually I get the tongue, so this is a nice change…