Started with the red-eye flight to Washington, DC. This was a much better time-saving idea in theory; we ended up sleeping half the day after we arrived. Next time, we'll just fly out in the morning.
Josh and Jessica got to take Nic and I around DC to see the monuments that they have been to no less than one million times. What good sports.
We got up the next day at 4:30 a.m. so we could make it to Boston in time for our Segway tour. Totally worth it.
Made it to Maine where we were greeted by the rest of my family, bearing gifts of L.L. Bean totes, whoopie pies, and blueberry jam. Thanks Dad!
I freaked Nic out within the first ten minutes of being at the lake house. I was just really, REALLY excited to see that loon. It's not my fault he thought my frantic yelling meant I was in trouble.
I usually try to act tough and do whatever Nic does, but I never jumped into the lake. It. Was. Freezing.
Lest there be any further questions: This is how I really feel about lobster.
Everyone else, however, thoroughly enjoyed a daily helping of this Maine delicacy.
We visited Rockland and all the Wyeth museums. Here we are at the house that's in a ton of Andrew Wyeth paintings.
We also saw puffins and seals and lobsters and all sorts of other sea creatures. One of my favorite parts: all of the awesome antique stores.
On our way from Maine to New York, we happened upon Connecticut. Here, we were trapped in gridlock like I've never seen, got dumped on from the sky, and were rear-ended in our rental car. Our poor Yaris didn't even see it coming!
Safely out of Connecticut, we spend the day in New York City to make sure that we were completely exhausted by the time we got home--and we were.
I'm going to go ahead and say that this Wilcox family vacation was a huge success. Thanks to everyone for being so great and especially Mom and Dad for putting it all together.