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Trip 2, Day 1. Rumford, RI. to Fairlee, VT.
I’ve been itching to get back out on the road since we arrived home from the last road trip in October. With Christmas break at hand we decided to head back out and make some new work. This time I decided to take a more wooded route, up to the Canadian border through VT. No set plans, just exploring nature and seeing what was thrown our way. The first day we made it to the Lake Morey Resort in Fairlee, VT.
Things were different on this trip right out of the gate. For one my road mate was being a serious whiner. “I miss Mommy.” Really, we’ve been gone 18 hours and you’re ready to pack it in. Just think of all the fun we’re going to have and all the amazing stuff we’ll see. “I miss Poppy.” OK, that’s how it’s going to be… Another thing I overlooked was the fact that it’s dark at 4:00. This seriously diminished the ability to shoot and stop a lot and drive a lot in the sunlit hours. I’d need to rethink my plan of attack. We’d need to be up early and in bed early. Not likely.
It’s great to be out here, just the two of us. We can focus a little better, talk longer, it’s just more concentration all around. We talk as we drive. I try to be honest about as much as I can with her in regards to life and death. The circle of life. She gets it more than I think she does. 5 year olds are much smarter than I thought. Clover has this new fascination with death. She wants to know what it’s like after you die. She said “Daddy, I want to know what it’s like to be in your body. To see through your eyes.” Pretty deep for 5. We talk about our neighbor Marie who was 97 and died at home. Clover saw the fire trucks come to get her. Marie gave her a stuffed animal cat, Fudgie. She is always talking about how special Fudgie is. This is her way of remembering Marie, she loved her. We talk about how animals kill each other to eat and survive. Which animals kill what. We talk about being safe and getting hurt. She’s pretty brave, she’ll touch and hold almost any animal, dead or alive. But she’s a total wuss when it comes to her teeth falling out and bloody noses. She got a bloody nose in the shower at the hotel tonight.
“Daddy! My mouth is bleeding, my tooth, my tooth!”
No honey it’s just a bloody nose. Stay right there, I need to grab my camera.
Song of the day: Bigmouth Strikes again, The Smiths.
