The second-to-last weekend in February turned out to be our annual family weekend at the renowned Town & Country Motor Inn in Gorham, NH. Along for the weekend this year was Brooke and I, with Hunter and Max, my parents, my cousin Kristen, her husband Shawn, and her daughter Megan, and my cousin Erinn, her husband Jason, and his daughters Emma and Maya. Everyone arrived Friday night after a white knuckle drive through rain, snow, and ice, and eventually met up in Erinn's room to imbibe - and imbibe, we did. Saturday morning came awfully fast for us, especially for those of us with toddlers (hint: Brooke and I). All of the cousins went skiing at Sunday River, while Dad and I hit the trails. We cruised west from Gorham through Randolph and eventually into Bretton Woods, where we had lunch at Fabyan's, as we try to do every year. This time, Brooke, my mom, and the boys met us for lunch. It was Brooke's first time at Fabyan's, and she was quite impressed. After lunch, Dad and I set off on the scenic route home - and by scenic route, I mean taking trails up over the White Mountains that we hadn't ridden in close to twenty years. We were eventually poured out onto the main corridor that runs along the outskirts of Gorham, and made our way back to the T&C a little before 4pm. A few showers and a few beers and we were like new. After dinner Saturday night we had a repeat of Friday night, but this time we didn't go to bed at 2am, only quarter-of-one. Sunday morning after breakfast, I took Hunter on my sled and Brooke drove Dad's for about an hour a half, making it halfway to Berlin before I remembered checkout was at 11. Hunter loves snowmobiling, and the following dialogue happened around the 15-mile mark:
Me: "How are ya doin'?"
Hunter: "Dood!!" (good)
Me: "You wanna go back to the hotel to swim?"
Me: "What do you wanna do?"
Hunter: "GO!!!" (pointing forward)
We got back to the hotel in time for a quick swim in the pool before showering up, packing, and hitting the road. We swung through Conway hitting the various outlet stores there, including, of course, L.L. Bean, and were back in Central Mass by dinnertime.