Sorry to say, this post is out of order -- the anniversary was on the 20th of September. But now I am getting around to putting the pictures up. I suppose you could say that I've been having technical difficulties, but really they were more organizational than technical :(
Here are the happy couple, celebrating their 65th anniversary with some family.
Bridget joins them on the sofa as they answer a congratulatory phone call from the bishop.
Aunt Betty and Dan.
This bottle of wine is from an unknown time -- definitely from quite a while before the wedding. Grandpa stowed it away for a special occasion...
"Now I have a glass of old wine, a glass of new wine, and a biscuit. What should I do?"
Examining the anniversary desserts.
Thursday, November 16, 2006
Saturday, November 11, 2006
Monday, November 06, 2006
The day after our Charlottesville trip with the Witherspooners, I went with Peter to hike Old Rag in the Shenandoah National Park (we tried to use trail mix to bribe Deirdre into coming with us too, but we were ultimately unsuccessful). It took all day, but was a really fun hike (towards the end you have to make your way through what is essentially an obstacle course made out of mountain), and an absolutely beautiful day - well worth the drive!
Here we are starting out, fresh as... cucumbers, basically. (I realize I'm using the wrong simile, and that cucumbers are supposed to be cool, but we're that too, I'm sure)
Since it was such a beautiful fall Saturday, there were millions of people who had the same idea we did, and we ended up actually having to wait in line for quite a while to get through some tricky bits of the hike. This was one of those places; it wasn't that bad in terms of the hold-up, but you can see that there are two huge boulders you have to squeeze between (that's what the guy in the plaid is doing). Someone told us that if you're too fat, you could get stuck - I wonder what happens then?
There were lots of "perched" rocks like these. Mostly we climbed over them, usually scaling the sheer face of the stone using only our bare hands.
The view from the top:
Note that we're still exactly as fresh as cucumbers.
This was near the bottom of the mountain; you can see the peak where we were through the trees.