Candlepin bowling–invented in the mid-1800s in Massachusetts–is New England’s version of bowling (primarily Maine, Mass, and New Hampshire). The balls are similar to bocce balls, and the pins are, you guessed it, shaped like candlesticks. There are few things I love more than regular, non-candlepin bowling, but I have to say, there’s no substitute for the sound that little wooden ball makes when it knocks over those little wooden pins. Also, unlike standard bowling, you get to roll three balls on your turn, and the pins you knock over each turn are not cleared away, so part of the strategy is to hit fallen pins in hopes of sending them spinning into those left standing.
While visiting my mom and super awesome sister in Maine this weekend, we bowled a few strings at the Bowling Bowl in Brunswick. Seeing that I had a camera, the owner asked if I’d like to go behind the lanes and see the pin-setting mechanism, which dates from 1941. Would I?!
More photos from our weekend at Ann’s house!
Without any lighter fluid to get the charcoal going in the grill, Dylan decides to attempt to cook our dinner over the brasier. After much tending and fussing with the flames…
The chicken goes on…
and grills up with greatest success! Dylan was inordinately proud of his cooking vessel switch-a-roo.
Berries and cream before bed.
Canoeing down a little river to Ossipee Lake
We pulled over onto a little sandbar for a picnic.
It took all of my willpower not to enhance this crazy rainbow sunburst in photoshop – this is what we saw in all its un-enhanced glory!
Dylan and I spent this past weekend at Ann’s house in New Hampshire, Ann being Dylan’s second cousin, and her house being the location of our wedding last summer. It was so wonderful to go back there, I don’t think there is a more peaceful place on the planet.
The stately front door
I got real close to a butterfly.
A displaced gravestone in the small family cemetery on Ann’s property.
Dylan learns to chainsaw! What a guy.
I’m hauling away sticks on the tractor, in a funny hat.
What could be more charming than a basket of flowers?
I’m making little bouquets to put around the house. Bunches of these lilacs came home with us, on a 5 hour car ride, a train ride, and two subways.
Dusk and a little mountain.
Dusk engulfs the barn and outhouse.