My family is quirky, and eccentric and I wouldn't want to have my life any other way.
We piled into our respective vehicles (car + van) with our furry family members (the puppy dogs obviously), and ventured the *what seemed like 500 hours* drive along the Cabot Trail.
We stayed at a cabin resort called "Zzzz Moose" which was a short 3 minute walk to the beach, where I collected way too many rocks. Why does a almost 29 year old woman need 7 giant rocks?
I fell a lot while we were going through the trails (mostly because I choose to wear Duckies vs. hiking shoes) and was constantly on the look out for a bear or coyote.
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