On a series of unfortunate events (or the second Vanna White debacle)

We awoke in NH on Sunday. The sun shone over the hemlocks that border the southern edge. Few clouds. Mackenzi and I lounged knowing that we had all day to get back to Coopersburg, PA. Our goal for the weekend: get to my childhood NH home on Saturday via rental car and return to PA on Sunday via the family van with a rowing machine in the back seat.

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