After arriving at Andy's house at 12:30 in the morning and inflating the airbeds, being careful not to inflate the sleeping kids by mistake, we woke up early the next morning and headed for Lost River in NH. Lost River is a series of small caves that is a veritable playground for the kids to spelunk (look it up) with a complex maze of circuitous walkways that allow fat, lazy parents (read: Andy and me) the opportunity to stay off our hands and knees.
From there we went to a hotel we reserved on Priceline.com. Priceline is a website dedicated to providing people the opportunity to repeatedly beg for a low hotel rate. After lobbing several stupidly low bids into the webosphere, the computer finally and frustratingly spits back, "Enough already! Just bid $89 and it's yours."
My kids were in the pool at 7:00 am while Andy's kids slept until 11:00.
From there we drove up to Mt. Kearsarge and climbed its 2,937 foot peak. It was 0.8 miles up and we took a longer, less steep, 1.8 mile trail down. Not exactly Kilimanjaro, but the kids really enjoyed the hike up. The peak was a relatively flat 20 acres but Lev was still uncomfortable and afraid of the height. Even though he had as much chance of falling off the mountain as he did of falling off Kansas, he wanted to get down quickly.
From there, it was a long, traffic-filled march home. The boys snoozed all the way while I cursed the size of the world population.
