Author: doug

On our way out of North Conway, we took a quick stop along the Kancamangus to enjoy some waterfalls on the Swift River.

It has been years — perhaps decades — since Lis and I have been to Lost River in New Hampshire. So as part of our Conway trip, we drove the Kancamangus Highway for a return visit. Here we have a granite pothole, accentuated by the fisheye lens.

Bonus: I took this photo because I was unable to read these words in the dim light inside one of the caves, and wanted to know what they said. Amazingly, the new camera focused properly and produced a usable shot.

This is Brody, the resident Shelty at our B&B in North Conway this weekend. Brody is fat. He has 3 things going against him: 1. he lives at a B&B with guests who sneak him bacon; 2. the awful winter of 2014/2015 robbed him of the pad skin on one of his feet, so exercise is difficult; 3. he’s adorable, making #1 all the more likely.

That’s funny, I don’t remember buying a cat statue for the living room. Oh, it’s Gandalf.

Today marks one year that our house has been powered by solar panels. They have produced around 6.5 MWh of power, roughly 105% of our electricity consumption over the same period. By fall we should have produced enough credit to sail through next winter without an electric bill.

Yellow is solar production, grey is our consumption, and red is the difference — negative on sunny days, positive on extra-cloudy days or when we run the ACs.

My father’s favorite ice cream, in honor of his passing, one year ago today.

Gandalf can’t even

A couple weeks ago when we had Bits Night, a piece of trotter bone fell into the charcoal fire, and I have been transferring it to new chimneys along with the previous partly-used charcoal ever since to see what happens. The bone is slowly disintegrating from the heat, but much more slowly than I thought it would. This bone was about the diameter of a finger.

You all are slipping. We turned quite a beer profit this Clambake. This isn’t even all of it.

Another Clambake is in the books. Here Jeff pays for his lobster.