October 18, 2018 - Thursday afternoon
45 degrees/sunny/windy
Pentoga Road

Well, let's see. Melinda's still at work, Abigail's taking a nap, Coleman's outside playing with a buddy, and Luke's sitting in a deer stand a few miles way. 

I took advantage of the quiet time to take a quality Grandpa nap then after, grab a quick shower. I figured I'd better take advantage of the rare tranquility to quickly compose today's entry. This is a house of shakers and movers and quiet times are few and far between.

What's this white stuff we woke up to this morning?

After everyone was gone to work and school this morning, Luke and I took off for the White Mountains in Conway, New Hampshire.

We'd hoped to get in a meaningful hike, but the temperature was hovering around the freezing mark with periods of snow squalls. Towards the summit, we found winds to be in the fifty mph range.



So, we did our share of sight seeing, a bit of hiking, and lots of picture taking. Unfortunately, the pictures can't do the scenery justice, but you'll get the idea.

 

Descending to a lower elevation and out of the worst of the wind, we decided to take a three-mile jaunt halfway up a mountain to a beautiful waterfalls.





Luke served as my guide and we made it in good shape.

I'll admit, I was a bit winded by the time we reached the waterfalls. My heart/cardio and respiratory were all good, but I just felt "funny."

Upon hearing what I was taking as a new medication for high blood pressure, Luke, a first responder, licensed EMT, and firefighter, immediately diagnosed that I was suffering from dehydration and shoved a large bottle of water in my hand.

Sure enough, after taking a large drink and resting for a few minutes, I felt fantastic and ready to conquer new heights. Luke nixed that idea and we came back down the mountain and drove home. 

Abigail, Coleman, and I, are sitting here, excited that Uncle Andy and Ivy should arrive in the next hour. Though Ivy and I have seen each other countless times on video, we've never met in person. Needless to say, this grandpa can hardly wait.

Time to get this uploaded and ready for the big evening ahead. Grandchildren wait for no one.

After all, a man's work is never done.

So are the tales from Pentoga Road by way of North Waterboro, Maine...