Aesc And Trin Do New England
So this week is National Trin And Aesc Do New England Week, 2010 Edition. There has been much driving, eating, buying of books, and yes, making shrill noises over how awesome Cas and Dean are. (And there may be fic! With pie!) There's also been a lot of picture-taking, as we've made our way from state to state. Beneath the cut are 23 of them, and their contents include, but are not necessarily limited to: penguins, fishes, and a mummy.
PENGUINS!!!!
DISAPPROVING PENGUIN DISAPPROVES OF YOUR LIFE CHOICES.
The sea dragon-horse things were in this tank that made us vaguely queasy to look at. But... so pretteh!
SEAL! SEAL SCRATCHING HIS CHIN!
Boston Library and environs. Isn't this commentary brilliant? It's why you're here, after all.
The next day, we went out to Portland, to see the Head Light and then to wander around the town. I've been to the Head Light before, but that day was the absolute best day I've ever had out there.
After clambering around the rocks and being buffeted by the wind, we went into town and investigated almost every used bookstore we could find, including one that houses the International Cryptozoology Museum, and this other totally awesome bookstore that sells pretty much anything old and having to do with vinyl (as in records) and/or scifi. It's the sort of bookstore Dean Winchester would own, and own proudly. (We may have spent the drive back discussing this in detail.)
Yesterday we drove over to Vermont, for more sight-seeing and the consumption of even more food. I walked across this railroad trestle on one of the long support beams right next to the track.
The Middlebury Cemetery includes among its residents a 3,900-year-old mummy, Amum-Her-Khepesh-Ef. You would figure that, this being America, the Middlebury tourism people would have put up a neon sign and a snack bar to advertise the mummy's presence and get some money out of it, but they haven't. Trin and I missed the grave on the first try, and only found it when I turned to her to suggest that we go back before it got dark and weird and spooky (and also, I was hungry), and saw the ankh out of the corner of my eye. You'll notice that the mummy received a Christian burial, and that the cross takes precedence over the ankh and bird carved in (quickly, it appears) beneath it.
On the way back to New Hampshire, we tried (and failed) to stop off at the Robert Frost Trail, which is of course the trail that inspired the poem that torments every American schoolkid, "The Road Not Taken" (it is the yellow wood). Instead of doing that, we got stuck behind a lumber truck and decided, because being stuck behind a lumber truck is boring, to pull over and do some exploring. One of the places we found is this tiny, forgotten cemetery right off the road. Aside from the stone sitting by itself, the others are worn almost to nothing.
You wouldn't believe the color of the sky today.
.in other news: Yessss, I just downloaded logo-free 6.03 caps, which means... CASIFESTO UPDATE. Also, my exchange fic has been posted at some point in the not-too-distant past, but consider that a warning.
PENGUINS!!!!
DISAPPROVING PENGUIN DISAPPROVES OF YOUR LIFE CHOICES.
The sea dragon-horse things were in this tank that made us vaguely queasy to look at. But... so pretteh!
SEAL! SEAL SCRATCHING HIS CHIN!
Boston Library and environs. Isn't this commentary brilliant? It's why you're here, after all.
The next day, we went out to Portland, to see the Head Light and then to wander around the town. I've been to the Head Light before, but that day was the absolute best day I've ever had out there.
After clambering around the rocks and being buffeted by the wind, we went into town and investigated almost every used bookstore we could find, including one that houses the International Cryptozoology Museum, and this other totally awesome bookstore that sells pretty much anything old and having to do with vinyl (as in records) and/or scifi. It's the sort of bookstore Dean Winchester would own, and own proudly. (We may have spent the drive back discussing this in detail.)
Yesterday we drove over to Vermont, for more sight-seeing and the consumption of even more food. I walked across this railroad trestle on one of the long support beams right next to the track.
The Middlebury Cemetery includes among its residents a 3,900-year-old mummy, Amum-Her-Khepesh-Ef. You would figure that, this being America, the Middlebury tourism people would have put up a neon sign and a snack bar to advertise the mummy's presence and get some money out of it, but they haven't. Trin and I missed the grave on the first try, and only found it when I turned to her to suggest that we go back before it got dark and weird and spooky (and also, I was hungry), and saw the ankh out of the corner of my eye. You'll notice that the mummy received a Christian burial, and that the cross takes precedence over the ankh and bird carved in (quickly, it appears) beneath it.
On the way back to New Hampshire, we tried (and failed) to stop off at the Robert Frost Trail, which is of course the trail that inspired the poem that torments every American schoolkid, "The Road Not Taken" (it is the yellow wood). Instead of doing that, we got stuck behind a lumber truck and decided, because being stuck behind a lumber truck is boring, to pull over and do some exploring. One of the places we found is this tiny, forgotten cemetery right off the road. Aside from the stone sitting by itself, the others are worn almost to nothing.
You wouldn't believe the color of the sky today.
.in other news: Yessss, I just downloaded logo-free 6.03 caps, which means... CASIFESTO UPDATE. Also, my exchange fic has been posted at some point in the not-too-distant past, but consider that a warning.