Just Another Fry Lodge Father’s Day

I know the sound well. The tinny sound of spokes hitting rock, tires skidding through gravel, the thud of handlebars slamming against the ground. The muted pre-cry grunt of a boy who’s just gone over the handle bars. I knew what had happened before I looked back up the trail to see Henry in the dirt. I reached him at the same time as the nice family who had seen the crash and was already pulling gauze, Bandaids and wipes out of their pockets. Of course, I had nothing.

After surveying the damage and sponging off Henry’s bloody knees, hands and elbows, I called the Fry Lodge EMT (Kristine) to pick us up. Thankfully, we hadn’t ventured far into Arroyo Park, so it wasn’t too long of a hike out of the ravine to the road where Kristine pulled up in the truck. I hadn’t carried Henry in a few years. Thank God he only weighs 65 pounds.

Kristine dropped the bikes and me off at Fry Lodge, where Ruby was anxiously awaiting news about her brother. She then took Henry to the minor emergency clinic for x-rays, where they spent several hours. The verdict is still out on his elbow, but Henry’s wrist and knee appear to only be badly bruised and scraped.

We still had time for a Father’s Day steak dinner when Kristine and Henry returned from the hospital. And, sweet Henry hobbled out of his room with his Father’s Day present for me – a compact tent, water boiler and freeze dried meals so the two of us can go bike camping this summer. Thank you, Henry. I’m so sorry about your wipeout. I can’t wait to go camping with you after you recover.

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Fry Lodge Returns to ‘Normal’

After two months of what seemed like constant moving, we switched up the tempo at Fry Lodge this weekend.

Ruby participated in her second Jr. Ski to Sea with her relay team, The Pug People – complete with Arlo as mascot. Ruby ran the hula hoop leg.

The kids and I took several bike rides. Some donuts may have been consumed along the way.

We are approaching a state of total unpack. In between bike rides and donuts, we did some sorting. Kristine arranged the spices.

I alphabetized the albums.

Next weekend, we rest.

Fry Lodge is Hot

We picked up the keys of our new house today. And it is hot. I mean really hot. It has a sauna. To celebrate taking possession of our new home this evening, we moved the following items to Fry Lodge Belllingham II: one Weber grill, one firepit, one turntable, a few dozen records, four Adirondack chairs, and our bathrobes. After enjoying a tasty meal, we cranked up the sauna and steamed up the place. Can’t wait to move in permanently.

Spring break Fry Lodge Style

Because we don’t have enough happening at Fry Lodge, we decided to change everything all at once. Again. Within a period of a week, we made an offer on a new house, put our house up for sale, Marie Kondo’d the hell out of Fry Lodge, took a trip to the Oregon Coast to celebrate our 13th wedding anniversary and frolic in the 50-degree Pacific Ocean, regrouped for a day in Seattle, and then went our separate ways again – Kristine and the kids back to Bellingham and me to New York. Stay tuned for more details on Fry Lodge Bellingham II.

Just another week at Fry Lodge

A Long Goodbye

For weeks, all anybody in Seattle has been talking about is Viadoom, the anticipated gridlock to follow the permanent closure of the elevated portion of Highway 99, otherwise known as the Viaduct.

As Ruby and I departed the Henrybuilt holiday party on Friday night (Henry and Kristine had left earlier), I remembered the Viaduct was scheduled to close – forever – at 10pm. It was 9:45. We could get to the Viaduct in 5 minutes. I asked Ruby if she was up for an adventure. Silly question.

Best Christmas Ever

The Fry Family Quartet just wrapped up a week in Grafton, Vermont, with the family with whom we’ve made the most memories over the years. Brian, Jesse, JoJo and Becca were amazing hosts, tour guides and playmates. We went hiking, skiing, swimming, and made snow forts. We made cookies, tenderloin, ham and ginger bread houses. We watched James Bond, Harry Potter, Rudolph and Elf. We shopped, played board games and lit fires. We told stories, laughed and cried. And, despite my speeding ticket in Felchville, we all agreed it was the best Christmas vacation on record. We love you BE, Jess, JoJo and Becca. Can’t wait to do it all again in Bellingham.

Christmas Eve Mission in Woodstock

“Your mission, if you choose to accept it…” was how the letter started. JoJo, Henry and Ruby’s cousin, was reading aloud a handwritten letter (by me) to her cousins and sister as we all stood in front of a country store on the main street of Woodstock, Vermont. Their mission, the letter continued, was to spend the twenty dollar bill they each had found in their respective envelopes they’d just been handed. Later, over hot chocolate, they were to report back to the group what they had purchased and why they had purchased it.

We are spending our Christmas vacation in Vermont with our favorite Brooklyn family. We planned to attend Christmas Eve mass in Woodstock, and we had a few hours to kill; so we decided to mess with the kids bit. We’d told them we would be spending the afternoon in the Woodstock public library reading books before mass. To our surprise, they weren’t entirely dreading it. Henry was maybe even a little excited.

After parking the car and walking through downtown Woodstock toward the library, I stopped abruptly on the sidewalk and asked the kids to gather round. That’s when we distributed their envelopes that included crisp twenty dollar bills and the handwritten letter that JoJo read aloud. Forty five minutes later, we all emerged from the country store, each with a bag containing something valued at twenty dollars. The kids all underspent, so they pooled their change to buy candy.

From there we proceeded to the Woodstock Inn, where over hot cocoa and dessert, we unveiled our purchases – youngest to oldest. All three girls bought ginger bread house kits. Henry bought a model locomotive. Kristine went with a spiral vegetable slicer. Jesse bought her favorite home remedy – apple cider vinegar, and Brian got some hot pads. I opted for backgammon to add to the Eiting board game collection.

I’m not sure if this will become a new family tradition, but it was a fun way to spend some quality family time on Christmas Eve in Woodstock.