In trying to figure out why I get so behind on posting photos, I realized it always happens about June of every year. I can pinpoint the first big lapse on a roadtrip with my mom in 2011. There was so much awesome going on that it was hard to keep up. So I’m attempting to identify these gaps in time and fill in the good parts.
This holiday to Acadia National Park in Maine is one of my favorite trips. I pulled all the photos together and made a book to give to my mom.
Below are a few of my favorites, but you can also view all the photos from our road trip.
The birch trees at Walden Pond
Delicious popovers with strawberry jam at the Jordan Pond House.
Gorgeous Acadia National Park.
A trip to Celia Thaxter’s Garden on Appledore Island.
It’s not over! View oodles more photos from this road trip.
First warm weekend day of the year and it was time to wash off all the road salt from our cars. A very satisfying task.
File under: Other people’s pets
“You haven’t see The Warriors!?” Maya’s tone was aghast. No, I had not. But she had the original, definitive version on cassette, Jeremy had a VHS player and I was able to borrow a screen and projector.
A week later we congregated as storms brewed outside and watched the 1979 film about gangs and dressing samesies.
As soon as the as the videotape’s legal warning jittered, I was taken back to a time when graffiti existed on subway trains and plans were made without cell phones.
Aside from it being a movie set in constant darkness, it held my attention. Maybe it was the outfits and hairdos. No one in the late seventies suffered from male pattern baldness.
Sure, sometimes it felt a bit like watching an endless 5k race, but it wrapped up in a tidy package way under the 558 minutes of the Lord of the Rings trilogy.
A vest without a shirt underneath and two thumbs up. Also? This viewing setup beats the pants off a movie theater.
Did you hear about the new pirate movie? It’s rated Arrrrrrgh.
When Jeep first announced the rebirth of the Cherokee nameplate with a relatively radical departure from their current design language, the general online consensus was aghast. I tended to like the new interpretation of the 7 slot grill and thin running lights. (One should note, the actual headlights are in the middle of the bumper.)
Now that it’s been out for a few months, I think Jeep’s gamble paid off. I’ve seen a bunch of these on the road and few on dealer lots. I got to sit in one at the Cincinnati Auto Expo and it comfortably accommodated my 6’5″ frame. The interior wasn’t overly plastic or faked-out chrome either. I’m not hearing glowing reviews of the new 9 speed automatic transmission, but I’d be curious to drive one proper.
I don’t mind all the headlights on modern day Acuras, but the grille flashing is overbearing.
Diggin’ the tight lines of next year’s Mustang.
The tiny Buick SUV has lots of dashboard buttons. I noticed in some of the electric cars that capacitive controls are being used (they respond to the heat of your touch without physical buttons). It’s only a short matter of time where we need not punch buttons or pull gear shifts to control our rides, it’ll be more light touches and some caressing. That sounds weird just to type.
Overall? Another kind of blah year at the car show. I’m still waiting for a new VW Microbus…
This most recent snow was the prettiest yet. Nice and dry and fluffy, perfect for skiing if we had mountains.
Kyle says he’ll keep getting bigger phones so he doesn’t have to get glasses.
I really should have a hand in there for scale, but that HTC One Max phone thing is HUMONGOUS and kind of awesome for that single reason.
Also awesome? The bacon flapjacks on Django‘s brunch menu. Get a side of bacon and ask for extra syrup to share with a friend.
Wandering around the parking lot of Jungle Jims, I looked up to see these geese. They did not help me or my mom find the parked car. It took a few trips down the aisles and a peek behind a minivan to locate the Rabbit. Mental note: have the dealership turn the horn honking back on when the fob activates the locks.
Bonus picture: Psy shilling ramen