Things we managed to avoid during our weekend in the Northeast: contact with all black bears and one very persistent skunk; head-on collisions on curvy mountain roads; speeding tickets, no thanks to our rental Mustang’s extremely responsive accelerator; and, just barely, lactose overdose. (Vermont’s cheese is legendary for a reason, people.) (Also, my new band will be called Lactose Overdose. Patent pending.)
We’re still becoming reacquainted with normal life; please stay tuned for a bevy of entries from the both of us, just as soon as we digest our adventures and adjust to the real world.