Last month, Mary Beth, Maureen, Ma, Pa, and Anna spent a cozy winter weekend in New Hampshire. A few snapshots:
Welcome to Boston.
Entering the White Mountains, with Mary Beth as our trusty guide.
Making a pit stop in Switzerland … er, the Mount Washington Resort in Bretton Woods, NH.
Pa looking like a kid in a candy shop in the room where the 1944 Bretton Woods Conference took place. Nothing like some monetary policy history to excite this one.
Arriving at the Adair Inn …
just in time for afternoon tea!
Pa pretends to be a penguin while snowshoeing.
Pa literally falling on the floor with laughter while overhearing a phone conversation Maureen was having with the owner of a dogsledding company.
Of course, we had to make a stop at the longest candy counter in the world, in Littleton, NH.
Sweet little Valentine’s Day treats from MB.
Followed by an incredible four-course Valentine’s Day dinner:
Every dish was delectable. Here, Ma and Pa opt for the heart-shaped dessert.
Our nightly after-dinner drinks ritual in Mary Beth’s room a.k.a. “the Party Room.”
After drinks, Maureen and Mom started a rowdy game of pool in the inn’s basement.
Trying to bundle up for another day of -20 weather.
A quick detour to Robert Frost’s home. We applauded Ma as she perfectly recited “Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening:”
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
One day of snowshoeing exercise was enough for me. So while everyone else braved the cold and snow for more trailblazing, I stayed by the fire …
One of the best parts of the weekend was hurrying downstairs at 8:30 a.m. every morning for an full, warm breakfast. We were always the first guests to arrive and the last to leave. An assortment of dishes:
Everyone deemed this to be the best granola and yogurt ever.
I tried to convince everyone that this was a sign we should all forget work and keep driving on to Montreal when the weekend was over. Alas it didn’t work.
While Ma and Pa did continue on to Montreal, Maureen, Mary Beth and I sadly returned home.
Thanks to Mary Beth for organizing such a wonderful winter weekend!