8.05.2005

Proof that I'm not a TOTAL slacker

Here are the photos from NH: Baker River & Rumney, with Mitchell, Adam, Kim and Becca. Good times. You will note that in one of these I am actually STUDYING at that lovely swimming hole in Plymouth.

For those of you who have heard my horror stories of the all-girls' summer boot camp my parents sent me to the second I hit puberty, we were actually located very near by and it was all I could do to resist stopping by and checking to see whether they still made the girls wear those horrible brown and white seersucker uniforms and loafers. (Our socks, shoes, sweaters, and jackets had to match the strict brown/white dress code, or you were in trouble. And we had our nails checked every morning for shape, length, and cleanliness--no polish allowed, of course. Must be where my stunning fashion sense comes from.) It was a color combination carefully coordinated to ensure that outwardly we resembled "plain brown flowerpots" so that our "inner flower" could shine through. Yup, I gagged at that last part too. And really--is there a need to make adolescent girls look MORE awkward? There certainly wasn't in my case.


Mitchell climbing.

A bemused Adam belaying.

This is where we flung our bodies off the cliff with the help of a rope attached to the bridge.

See! I'm studying hard! And sporting what is possibly the most uneven tan of my life. Hot.


And here are Chris & Adam evaluating the danger of catapulting ourselves down the rapids. Conclusion: little to none, given some basic coordination and strength. It was pretty fun.

And, finally, proof that young Isaac's taste for the theatric--and Don Juan--is clearly learned behavior:

posted by Margot @ 3:59 PM