more pics from maine

My sister sent me some more action shots from our trip. I am very much my father's daughter--I take closeups of flowers, landscapes with no people in them, and candid shots when people don't know I am taking pictures. It's a "bothering-people" phobia I think. Much in the way that being a telemarketer or a paparazzo would be my private version of hell. --oh, add dirty public restrooms with no doors on them, and that's about it. Anyway, I was forbidden to use the camera (well, not really) for trips, when we got back from our honeymoon and there was a total of one picture with D and me in it. We had to paste two pictures together for another shot. Lame, I know. I guess I was just more interested in the mountains and rainbows and wee chipmunks than taking a shot of our faces in front of them all. Ah well!

So here we are...Uncle C is doing the wind-up for WWF SMACKDOWN!!
Hi, were FREEZING! Poor A's hat was rakishly skewed by our trips down the hill. It was probably better that way, as more of his face was protected!
I had on about half a closet's worth of clothing. 5 shirts/sweaters, a coat, 3 pairs of pants and 2 pairs of socks. Almost ditto for the little man. He loves his snowpants, and calls them his "Big Boddum pants!"
mk and Auntie S. The nice Peruvian guy who knitted my hat would have been proud!Auntie M in the Tube. She can't feel her feet for an hour afterwards.
mk and A hurtling down the hill. So it doesn't look high from the picture, but trust me. If this picture had sound, it would be shrieking and laughing at the same time. Poor A probably had no hearing left in one ear.
Cousin M lined his cars so straight, and A created an Italian traffic jam...

Hopefully C gets workman's comp for DSB--Daddy see-saw Back.