during each of our excursions to the green mountain state, we have been diligently searching for a the perfect swimming hole. below is the frontrunner, the narrows - complete with big rocks for jumping. too bad dabney wouldn't allow ann to test them. (note from dabney: some ding dong had jumped off the bridge and died a few weeks ago. ann stubbornly dismissed this story as pesky rural legend. she was, and remains, wrong.)


feidler, lucy, and dabney hanging out in the grass.

stockbridge - tubing capital of vermont

yes, dabney and ashbloem are smiling here, but little did they know, they'd come out of this experience a little crisper and nearly matching the color of their tubes.
carrrrrrrmen - newly returned from cabo and lusciously-tan - just laughed at their predicament, but look what later happened to her.

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