I am typing this from my iphone so please forgive spelling and grammar. The vacation is off to an auspicious start. We arrived at our condo (timeshare) last night around 6. As soon as we pulled in we new we were in trouble. If there was a Ghetto in the White Mountains we found it. It was white trash city. We just weren't going to fit in at this place. After all I don't even own a wifebeater. We pulled up to our unit and there was already a family living there. There was supposed to be a lock box with the key waiting for us. I guess Kid Rock and his band beat us too it. The office was closed so we had no recourse. Not that we were going to do anything we weren't going to stay there anyway. ( although I did hear the nightime entertainment was a shotgun salute to the Allman Brothers)
The search began for our new home away from home. Not the easiest task for a family of 6 on a Saturday night. We finally settled on a one night stay at the Christmas Farm Inn. Nice and comfy right? Wrong! The accomodations were fine to everyone except the litlle fella (Beckett). Apparently he hated the place as he didn't sleep all night.
So we begin day 2. We have no plan but I can assure you that we will have fun!
On a side note Wendy had taken to calling me "Clark". As in "Clark W. Griswold".
The picture is the cottage I am typing this from.

















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