My sister has a concert in North Conway, so I drive to her house in Maine and we make the trek together in her car. We always have fun when we travel, even day trips, but this one seems too brief. It's a shorter driving trip than I am anticipating, surprisingly less than two hours from driveway to parking lot.
Our sightseeing is even quicker. By the time we arrive in downtown North Conway, we have just enough time to trot over to the scenic vista on 302, snap some pictures, and head back to the church. It's bloody hot out today, 97 according to the car's external temperature gauge. Mercifully, the church is air conditioned.
What is fascinating about the trip, though, is the conundrum. It may be scorchingly hot in North Conway, but nearby Mt. Washington still has a hefty blanket of snow cover. We snap a bunch of postcard-worthy photos as proof, including one of the dash with the outside temperature registered.
The church also has a Mount Washington theme (what doesn't around here), and there is a colorful stained glass window depicting the vista similar to the one we just photographed. The church, with its strong acoustics, serves as a wonderful venue for the madrigals and the early music the group is performing.
It's a beautiful late afternoon when we get back on the road, singing mostly made-up lyrics to oldies we barely remember. It's okay to cut loose on the way home because the concert for today is over, and my sister's voice can have a little fun. We arrive back in Maine too soon, the fun wrapping up so I can hop into my car and make the drive home since I have to teach the next day.
As far as sisterly adventures go, it's another successful outing, and we have the photos to prove it.
