I’m certain Anna knows who this young lady is, but I don’t remember. There has been so much good music already in the first two days of Yankee Homecoming. We were walking by during her performance, and of course, we had to stop and listen. Update: Her name is Joy Sumberg.

For the last week or two, I’ve been working on a port of Apple’s Cocoa Bindings technology to DHTML. Up until yesterday, things have been going swimmingly: like the Objective-C implementation of Bindings, the JavaScript version just worked (the hallmark of most Apple technologies). That is up until yesterday. Yesterday I ran into a monumental … Bugs!

Coming just a day or two after her ascent of Mt. Mansfield, Anna’s a little tired of all this climbing stuff. Actually, the Clara Bow trail, although labelled difficult on the map, was a whole lot of fun.

Along the Haselton Trail we encountered countless little springs all feeding into the brook running beside the trail. Both Anna and I soaked up some gloriously cool spring water in our bandanas to cool off. One advantage to not having any hair is that I was able to rub the wet bandana all around my … Water Everywhere

So Anna has a new camera. Based on her reaction to my constant bogarting of the device in question, she probably won’t really consider it hers until my Canon 10D returns from the shop. But I don’t think she need worry much more about it, because I’ve decided I don’t much like the camera. I … Point & Shoot == Frustration

On our way to Vermont, we stopped several times along the scenic highway through New Hampshire’s White Mountains. On one stop we walked up a short path to see this small cascade. For some reason, everyone kept telling me not to fall down the waterfall.

Mount Mansfield is the highest peak in Vermont. Haselton trail is a strenuous trail starting at the base of the Gondola chair lift and ascending 2800 feet in a little less than 2 miles. That’s steep.

Wearing her “Baby On Board” t-shirt, Anna gives me a smirky smile as if to say, “I know you’re planning to kill me, but it won’t work.” Little did she know what was in store for her!

The Clara Bow trail dives into a cave giving the gang a taste of rock scrambling — on damp, slippery rocks.

Not willing to be out-done in the clowning-around department, Anna poses for a photograph which I assured her would grace the cover of a backwoods magazine…