Not a baby anymore, is she? Frances, the Wenecks and I hiked the Ship Harbor trail, a really lovely path that starts in the woods and ends next to the ocean with lots of pink boulders. This picture was from the beginning of the walk, when Frances was doing great. When we'd made it to the pink boulders, Frances's Aunt Lindsay and I decided it was a perfect time to pick at a puss-filled blister on the bottom of her foot. The walk home was a little less fun, surprisingly enough, but we made it.
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