Through the beneficence of our friends, Ali and Ben, we spent last weekend in the lakeside community of Eastman, NH. As our major outing, we ventured across the Connecticut River to Norwich, VT, home of the Montshire Museum of Science. This is a small museum, but with very engaging exhibits, especially the physics related ones. The true mark of a good science museum was evident all around–parents mesmerized by exhibits, ignoring their babies and smacking at the hands of their older kids when they try to play too. I, for one, spent 20 minutes trying to guide a foam ball through a maze using only air currents and ventilation patterns.
Had we more time and more agreeable children, we would certainly have explored the extensive trails around the museum and along the river, part of the Silvio O. Conte National Fish and Wildlife Refuge. The next best thing is mounting the steps to the museum’s tower to take in the commanding view.
The demographics in this part of New England are very consistent, and it generally appears that all the white people in this valley got caught in a flood of polar fleece and LL Bean moccasins. There is a certain Connecticut River Valley vibe common along most of its length, it seems, and distant as we were from Amherst, MA, I was instantly transported back there when we walked into the Co-op Food Store in Hanover. Something about the mingled smells of patchouli oil, fair trade coffee, and bulk quinoa, it must be.
A fine weekend was had by all the Courchesnes. We relish these invitations to Eastman, so much thanks goes to the Sprecher-Wolves for letting us join them on this getaway.
Unfortunately, shortly after our return home, our bathroom sink suffered a catastrophic leakage event. As I write this, I am waiting for Christophe to return home from the hardware store with the new P trap I need for the fix. Having hacksawed off the old one, I detect septic smells seeping into the upstairs rooms. I am reminded anew of the joys of home ownership. At least I have my memories of Eastman.