So we have finally traded summer for fall in the Adirondacks. Last weekend we climbed (the car did the work, not us) to the top of Prospect Mountain with both grandma's and Aunt Hannah.
Today we dropped off John and Luke at Glen Lake for a little fishing and then John jogged home with Luke in the BOB.
Ellie and I went grocery shopping and charmed the pants off the other Hannaford shoppers with her antics and fearless commentary. I realize our excursion is much less fall-like than John and Luke's.
The three of us did take a pre-dinner jaunt around the block, tromping through leaves and mugging around like only these two can.