We left Amherst, once again, and headed to the Boston area for a few days.
A note for my dad: When we got ready to say goodbye your eyes lit up and you had a huge grin on your face. It was the best bon voyage I could have hoped for. You reminded me that this adventure is truly an adventure: exciting, daunting, stepping off the cliff edge into the great unknown and thrilled to do it. I think you're a little jealous that you're not coming along and can't wait to hear all about it when we come back. Thank you for being so excited for us.

Before I start crying again let me tell you about yesterday. We spent the night at our long, long, long-time friends Steve and Jody's farm-in-the-making. They've teamed up with a goat farm down the road that makes the most delicious cheeses. Steve and Jody "foster" some of the adolescent goats until they're old enough to breed and the goats help clear the brush in the overgrown meadows.

Lee and I got to bottle feed the baby goats.

The cheeses mature in their cheese cave.

  Now we're at Lee's mom's place for a couple nights before we head up to Maine. We're planning on going to the Metropolitan Museum of Art and going on a Duck Tour. Good touristy things.