This past weekend a whole bunch of us drove the 3 hours north to North Conway, New Hampshire as a last sendoff of our good friends who are moving from Boston to sunny San Diego. A farewell trip so to say. It was a weekend full of delicious food, alcohol, and non-stop laughter. We had done many of these trips before, but this trip was by far the weekend of excessive eating. In one day, we had bacon and eggs, spinach soup and rice with kimchi, beef tacos, philly cheese steak pizza, BBQ cilantro pork ribs, chips and guac, and midnight nachos. Of course, throughout those meals, we snacked on chocolate cookies, cheddar popcorn, and leftover Halloween candy.
The best part of the house was the game room in the basement, which essentially looked like a gaudy 1970’s wanna be playboy east coast lair. Mirrors everywhere! There was a sauna which was right next to the fooseball room which was across from the “make out” room, which was next to the air hockey table. In the center was a pool table and a seating area covered in mirrors around a tall fire place. Whatever this “entertainment” room may be, we had a blast hanging out there.
The first night was a memorable one. We had to call 911…. yep… that’s right. Of course the first thing we do when we get to the house was put the steaks on the grill and to our dismay, the grill started catching on fire. I guess there was an accumulation of so much grease that never got dumped from previous renters. After the firemen helped us put out the fire, they noticed our huge box of fireworks that we intended to use that weekend sitting in full view on the kitchen table. We learned that night that in North Conway, fireworks were illegal, but if we drove 10 minutes north, it was all good in the city of Bartlett… Say what?! So this past weekend there were no firework displays coming from Whitaker Lane.
On Saturday, we took a leisurely hike to Diana’s Bath and took in the beautiful waterfalls, crisp air, and amazing views. On our way back home, we stopped by the White Mountain Apple Cider Company where we purchased two dozen apple cider donuts. Then it was back to the house for some more grub. P and I stopped by a scenic viewing point where we snapped some photos and took in the majestic mountains and the last of the foliage.
The end of this weekend trip was melancholic but hopeful to that one day when we can all reunite together as a group again in California. Our friends in San Diego will probably be soaking in the sun on a beach eating fish tacos as the rest of us brace ourselves for yet another cold and snowy winter in Boston.
And just because we couldn’t play with the fireworks and sparklers this time around, I decided to share a sparkler photo from our last trip to New Hampshire sometime in late July as the final send off to our dear friends, the Boston Ahn’s.