No More Travelling

for a long time. We are exhausted.

Ken and I flew east this past weekend for Ken's family reunion at Woodloch Pines, a resort Ken's grandmother used to own until she sold it in 1958. We flew into Boston on Thursday. 2 hour drive up to New Hampshire to Ken's folks' place. Next morning was a 5.5 hour drive to Hawley, PA (Scranton, the closest major town was an hour away). We spent the weekend there before driving back to New Hampshire for the night, then down to Boston in the morning to fly home. Too much travelling for one weekend; however it was really great to see everybody. 15 family members attended and the resort had a nice tribute to Ken's family.

Woodloch was a mix between the resort from Dirty Dancing and summer camp. Lots of games and activities. After breakfast (held between 8:30-9:30am) but before lunch at noon, Ken and I:

1. Raced go-carts (I was trying to pass a really slow 13 year old girl -- who in her most whiney voice said "stoooop hitting meeeee". I passed her anyway. Doesn't she know that rubbing is racing?).
2. Entered a Skeet Shooting tournament. After we finished go-carting, they were just starting the tournament, so we both entered. Neither of us had shot before, but why not. I loooooved it. LOVED it. Who knew? I didn't hit a single thing in 10 shots (well, except coming close to a building about 500 feet to the right of the course -- ooops). Ken got 2/5.
3. Played Miniature Golf. I lost.
4. Went to the Batting Cages
5. Played Shuffleboard. Two games on the big concrete courses. I lost again. Both times. A group of elderly men told Ken that it would be in his best interests to let his wife win. "Trust me, I know", said one of them, before his wife came to meet him to go to lunch.

Other events from the weekend include bocce ball, dancing, meeting a group of 23-year-olds (one of which was the owner's grandson & went to my elementary school & lived three blocks away from me growing up), me winning "Name that Tune", Ken doing karaoke (he sang Billy Joel's "She's Always a Woman"), Ken's family winning "Family Feud", and seeing fellatio being performed on the beach*.

In all, it was a great weekend. Kinley, who stayed with friends, was very happy to be home as well. Monday afternoon we just relaxed before catching up with everything on Tuesday. Now it's Wednesday and almost the weekend. Can't wait.


* We were sitting at the end of the dock facing the lake when a couple came down on the beach. We didn't pay any attention until we heard some 'sounds'. We turned around to see a bare bottom and knew we were trapped (since they were literally at the entrance to the dock -- they couldn't see us since it was dark). After he, um, finished, we decided to get out of Dodge before anything else started up. We walked quickly and kept our eyes away from them. As we pass them, we hear the guy say "Ken?". Oh my goodness. Turns out, it was the 23-year old we met the day before -- the one from my town -- with some girl he picked up in the bar. She was mortified. He was rather calm and happy, go figure. We told him we'd see him later and as we walked inside I told Ken, "well, at least now you can say some guy has called your name out during sex". Ah, the joys of Woodloch. Nobody puts Baby in a corner.