This morning Elinor and I took a beautiful drive to Lancaster, NH. We stopped and had breakfast at out favorite little spot, The Mooselook.
I drank too much coffee and Elinor drank too much juice. I love going out, just the two of us. Elinor gets really chatty and flirts with everyone in the place. Today she wanted to talk about Halloween Day (always with the "Day") and her little collection of toy eggs.
This girl was fueled by juice. She barely slept last night. Perhaps you can tell by looking at those little eyes?
We continued on through Lunenburg, beautiful place that always seems sad to me. It was the last place my dad lived.
He lived on a pond in the middle of nowhere. (You can see his little house off to the right.)
And look at this restaurant my dad and I used to eat at together...
How does this happen?
How can things possibly fall apart so quickly?
So, yes. A sad, beautiful place.