We’re on our way to visit the Isles of Shoals, a chain of little islands that straddle the New Hampshire/Maine border. The term Shoals comes from the old British term for schools of fish. It’s a lovely day, perfect for a boat ride.

John and I are going to great heights–and you can come along. As part of his Eagle Merit Badge campaign John is doing one of the requirements for Communications by creating a blog for his troop’s high adventure trip to The Tetons. He and I will be posting pictures and dispatches from along the trail. Follow along by clicking here.

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Tomorrow morning, John and I will put feet in those boots and be off
to hike and explore The Tetons. Everything we need for a week–
including our tent and sleeping bags–is in those sacks. Together they
weighed in at 71.25 pounds dry. We will each be toting 6.5 litres of
water daily which adds a tad over 14 pounds to each. That means we
will each be carrying a tad under 50 pounds on our backs as we ascend
2,800 feet to a peak altitude of 9,000 feet. And, did I mention the
bears?

5:15. Passing storms had the flights stacked up in every direction.
Latwly it seems summer in Houston means daily thunder storms.

Zig Ziglar says that being delayed in taking off means one of two
things: a problem with the plane, or a problem in the air. Either way,
it is better to work it out on the ground. With such precious cargo on
board, I am glad they took time to make sure all was okay down here
and up there.

Now, I wait…

There was a little sudden precipitation between Zu and dad at the
gate. Kate was busy shepherding her little flock. Stella was tickled
pink and ready to go. One sweeter than the next, no two of my babies
are the same. The plane is still boarding and I miss them already.