To the mountains?

H and I had all sorts of hopes when we were in New Hampshire for little jaunts in the White Mountains with sweet B, and perhaps even a few days on the ski slopes, but her schedule in clinic and classroom put paid to that. She gets a month off after graduation in May, though, and she’s raised the possibility again, this time perhaps with A, as well.

May and June are actually not that great up there: mud and—much worse—black flies. But the thought of heading out together is hard to resist. Fingers crossed.

And hands waving wildly to slap the !@#$›% bugs.