family day.

that's today.
the wife. the kids. and me.
that's the makings of family day in the woodsly goodness.
do you know what happens on family day?
i'll tell you:
nothing but flippin' righteous awesomeness all dang day!
no, really, though,
i'm serious.
it's all really happening.
like, documented-type stuff and everything.
believe me.
cue the teleportation:

panniecakes with double-buttery(ish) earth balance business!
that's just to fuel the gardening introduction to a flavorful day of raditude.

where is this, you're asking?
robert frost's house, b!tches.
that's right.
c'mon.
poetry walks and writers in residence at the residence.
you like it, huh?
recognize the hottness...
...for your F*ing face.

would i write nature poems if every day i saw this?
heck yes, i would.
nature's first green an' that.
stay gold, ninjas.
on the ones.

hey now,
is that the last remaining iron furnace
from the post-revolutionary war era?
yes.
it IS, actually.
a humongous chimney fire-breather for melting metal.
and it's old and covered in slag leavings and sh!t?
yep.
nothing but industry and excellence,
hundreds of years later, even.
it's across the gale river, in franconia, nh.
and there's a wicked old bridge made out of it's iron by-products, too.

it just keeps getting doper and doper.
and that's not even the best part, mutha-b!tches....

fluuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuume gorge.
the green, mossy canyon of fast-moving moisture.
lord of the rings like a mutha-ucka, son.

this spot had it ALL.
insane hikes.
wet, slippery, dangerous terrain.
breath-taking scenery.
mushrooms in glorious abundance.
slow moving hasidic jews and their thousands of kids.
wait.
what?
yep.
i guess we picked queens, n.y. day at the state park.
shalom, suckas.
it was ON, duders.
i'm sayin'.
in under eight hours,
we ate an epic breakfast,
shopped for and planted some new greenery,
drove across the white mountains,
saw the sights,
hiked the wet and wild wilderness,
rode back again,
ate dinner at the flatbread pizza treat spot,
went shopping,
and lived to tell the tale.
family day, you lazy butt-blasterizers.

word up.
living so hard.
family day;
never quiet, never soft.....