We arrived at the cabin at Blackwater Falls State Park around five, after a drive that featured heavy traffic at the beginning and driving through snow on untreated roads with very little visibility at the end. YaYa was already there. She’d laid out crackers and cheese with a little container of honey mustard as a welcome. We snacked and rested a little between unpacking and setting up the Christmas tree that had made the journey from Maryland with us on top of our car.
This was our third Christmas in a row at Blackwater, but the
first one (at least with the kids) in one of more rustic cabins that Beth and
her family stayed in when she was a child and where Beth and I spent a
Christmas with her family a couple years before Noah was born. The older cabins
are a little smaller, wood-paneled, and quite charming.
YaYa wanted to hear the recording of Noah’s winter band
concert, so we played the three Wind Ensemble’s three songs, while Noah
pantomimed playing the different percussion instruments he’d played in the
concert so she could hear which sounds he’d made.
North and I started dinner—grilled cheese and soup—and
almost immediately North cut their finger badly on a soup lid. It looked deep
and Beth and I were afraid we were going to be heading back out into the snow
to drive to the nearest urgent care, which is forty-five minutes away in good
weather. But ice, pressure, and elevation stopped the bleeding, so I resumed
cooking and we ate dinner, watched Santa
Claus is Comin’ to Town, and called it a night.
Sunday: Settling In
In the morning Beth strung the lights on the tree and we
hung ornaments on it. We had brunch at the lodge, and browsed the gift shop,
where YaYa bought me a Blackwater Falls State Park windbreaker as an early
Christmas gift. Back at the cabin we collected sticks for kindling so we could
have a fire later and the kids explored the teepee previous guests had left in
the woods behind the cabin. Later I kept seeing these all through the park and
I wondered if there had been a teepee making tutorial at the nature center
Beth and YaYa went grocery shopping and the kids and I made
gingerbread cookies with dough I’d made at home on Friday. I was using my mom’s
gingerbread recipe, the same one I use every year. In fact, when I’d called her
on Friday to thank her for the Christmas gifts we’d opened early to lighten our
load in the car and to celebrate the solstice, she was in the thick of making
gingerbread cookies with my five-year-old niece, Lily-Mei. They seemed to be
having fun but also “’xasperating” each other in Lily-Mei’s words.
When Beth and YaYa got back from the grocery store, the gingerbread was done and the kids were watching an episode of Dr. Who. North then launched into a solo baking project, chocolate-peppermint cookies, while Beth and I took a short walk through the snowy woods to the top of the sled run. There wasn’t anyone sledding—it must have been between sessions—and there was a truck grooming the snow.
After we returned from our walk, YaYa got out the tinsel and
she and North put the finishing touches on the tree, while YaYa reminisced
about hanging tinsel on the Christmas trees of her youth and how her father
insisted on all the tinsel being perfectly straight. North listened with
interest and said they were glad YaYa was more relaxed about it. Then they sang
a song from Peter and the Starcatcher
at YaYa’s request.
People split up to read, commune with their electronic devices, and nap for the rest of the afternoon. The kids collaborated on dinner—fettucine with tomato sauce, broccoli, and Greek olives. The olive were among the treats my mom bought us on her travels in Greece this fall. When the kids started cooking I wondered why I’d never given them joint responsibility for a meal before. Then they started squabbling about whether the water was boiling sufficiently to add the pasta and whether it was “naughty” to sample more pasta than strictly necessary to test for doneness… and then I remembered. But they did put a decent meal on the table, with no adult help, so perhaps we’ll try it again someday.
After the dinner dishes were done, we watched Christmas is Here Again, which was
longer than I remembered so North was up late, but Beth reminded me, “It’s
vacation,” and so it was.
Monday: Christmas Eve
It snowed overnight and in the morning there was seven to eight
inches accumulated on the picnic table behind the house and our bedroom window
was fringed with icicles. The longest one was probably eighteen inches
long. There were even bigger ones out
the kitchen window. I asked Beth what she wanted to do that day and she said
she hoped to read, make a pot of black bean soup, work on a puzzle with Noah,
and not leave the house except maybe to take a walk. That sounded pretty good
to me, though North opined “that doesn’t sound very exciting.” I think that was
the point, actually.
And that’s basically how the day went. Beth didn’t leave the
house, even to go for a walk, though North and I took a walk down the park road
to the end of the cabins. Beth made soup, which simmered in the crock pot for
most of the day, and she worked on the puzzle with Noah. It was a jumble of
different images of Santa Claus. Beth, Noah, and YaYa watched The Last Jedi. I finished a Joni
Mitchell biography I’ve been reading since October and listened to David
Sedaris’s “The Santaland Diaries.” We had the NORAD Santa tracker (muted) on
the television screen most of the day. Every now and then someone would glance
at it and comment on Santa’s location and the number of gifts delivered. In the
evening we watched Frosty the Snowman
and Frosty Returns.
After that, North wanted to open one present each. This is a
tradition Beth had growing up and I didn’t. North likes it and Noah doesn’t, so
we made it opt-in. I decided to sit it out with Noah as I’d already opened my gifts
from my mom on the solstice and then I’d received the jacket from YaYa early,
too. YaYa opened a calendar Beth made with pictures of the kids (always a
popular grandmother gift). Beth opened a fleece jacket and North got a t-shirt
that said, “Stay Bold.”
It was a nice, low-key day, except for the fact that the cat sitter called to tell us the heat was out at our house and Beth had to make and receive a lot of calls, as she tried to coordinate a time when the cat sitter could let the heating company technician into the house. And then the tech called the house phone instead of Beth’s cell or the sitter’s to say he was coming, so of course he was locked out and he left. When he came back he needed a part and left without fixing the furnace. The sitter set up a space heater in our bedroom, the cats’ favorite hangout spot. It wasn’t too cold outside, mostly in the forties, and the house has thick walls and holds its heat for a couple days, which is good because the heat was still out when we got home three days later, despite Beth’s persistent efforts to convince the oil company to send someone to the house.
By eight a.m., everyone was awake and ready to open presents. Most of us had already opened our stockings. A great many gifts were exchanged while we ate clementines, nuts, and candy and Noah took pictures. Noah got camera equipment, including a new lens and a camera bag. North got a certificate to get their hair dyed and a weighted throw blanket with cats on it. Everyone got at least several of these things: books, socks and other clothes, tea, mugs, soap, scented candles, Amazon gift cards, and tiles.
I knew this ahead of time because I saw it unfold during our
Christmas shopping trip to Rehoboth, but Beth and North got each other the same
pair of fuzzy blue socks because when North was showing them to Beth to gauge
if she liked them, Beth thought North was dropping hints that they wanted them. Not exactly a “Gift
of the Magi” situation because nobody sold their feet to buy the socks, but
still a bit of Yuletide irony.
North made breakfast, a skillet pancake with lemon curd and
homemade cranberry syrup. But before we ate Noah wanted to try out his TARDIS
mug. When you fill it with warm liquid, the image of the TARDIS fades from one
side and appears on the other. It’s a pretty cool effect. One of Noah’s other
gifts was Crooked Kingdom, the sequel
to Six of Crows, which we’d just
finished on Christmas Eve, in a serendipitous bit of timing. So we read the
first two chapters of that.
When we’d finished, Beth and I hiked the Balanced Rock
trail. The trail was covered with snow, but well-marked with orange blazes. We
had to step carefully because you couldn’t tell what was under the snow. It
could be rock, a spongy layer of wet leaves, mud, or an inch of ice covering
another inch of water. It was a lovely walk, though, with evergreen boughs and
rhododendron leaves covered in snow. We had the trail nearly to ourselves—there
were no footprints other than ours, except near a place where the trail crossed
another trail—and just once, I glimpsed another person ahead of us on the
trail. We had to scramble and crawl at the end when it got steep near the two
boulders, one atop the other, that give the trail its name. When we got up
there it was so quiet we could actually hear the snow creaking as it shifted on
branches and showered to the ground. That was the only sound, other than the
occasional cawing of a crow.
Beth and I had leftover black bean soup for lunch with crackers, cheese, and olives, and the cranberry sauce that was the byproduct of the syrup North made. Beth, North, and YaYa went swimming at the lodge after lunch. I would have gone, too, but I’d forgotten to pack my suit. I was sorry to miss it because the pool is in a room with big windows and I enjoy being in the pool or hot tub, looking out at the snow.
But having the afternoon free in the cabin meant I could
read Elevation, one of my Christmas
presents, in one sitting (it’s only 146 pages and they are small pages) and
make a batch of peanut butter-chocolate kiss cookies. They were just going in
the oven when the swimmers came home. Beth made a fire and I relaxed in front
of it while YaYa made her signature spinach lasagna for Christmas dinner. After
dinner, we all watched a Dr. Who
Christmas special from a few years back.
Wednesday: Boxing Day
The next day was our last full day at Blackwater and there
were a lot of things we hadn’t done yet that people wanted to do. In the late
morning we went to the sled run and the adults watched the kids sled. North had
neglected to bring their waterproof gloves (purchased last year at the sled run
gift shop/snack bar) or any gloves at all, so the adults all lent them our
cotton or fleece gloves in turn, each pair getting soaked as they used their
hands to brake. After three runs, they were out of gloves, so they quit. Noah
did a fourth run and then the session was closed. It was a beautiful, sunny
day, the snow was sparkly, and there was a bonfire going at the foot of the
hill (behind a barrier so no one can sled into it).
From the sled run we drove to the White Grass Café where we had lunch. On the drive there and back the kids were alternating songs from North’s favorite musical, Dear Evan Hansen, and Noah’s, Hamilton, while North expounded on plot and characterization in Dear Evan Hansen for YaYa, who hadn’t heard of it. We dropped YaYa off at the cabin and then the four of us were going to hike down to see Blackwater Falls, but halfway down the series of stairs and platforms, they were closed due to packed snow and ice. Beth was disappointed because the falls are special to her, especially in winter when they’re partially frozen. We could still see them, but we weren’t right up next to them. It looked like there was just a little ice on the falls, with water pouring around it. We drove to the other side of the canyon to take a different trail that affords another, more distant, but less obstructed view, and took some pictures. Watching the falls made me think about the last waterfalls we visited, in Ithaca, and wondered if we’ll be making regular visits to any of them in the next several years.
North would have liked to go to the pool again but the roads
were slushy and Beth was afraid they’d ice up as afternoon temperatures fell,
so we settled into the cabin to read and work on the puzzle, which Beth and
Noah finished. This turned my mind to college, too, because Noah wrote his main
Common App essay on puzzles, how he likes to do real ones, and also enjoys the
puzzle-like aspects of film editing and computer programming. I was glad to see
writing and re-writing that essay several times has not ruined puzzles for him.
Noah’s also become more interested in still photography
lately and he’d taken a lot of pictures on this trip. Using his laptop to
project them on the television screen, he showed them to YaYa so she could pick
the ones she wanted. Then he set up her new tiles on her purse, phone, and
Beth made one last fire, we had a supper of leftovers, and
set to work taking decorations off the tree and packing. We had a discussion
about whether to rent a modern or rustic cabin next year. Beth voted for
rustic, because they remind her of her childhood, the kids voted for modern, I
abstained because I prefer the look of the old cabins, but I missed having a
washer/dryer. YaYa cast the deciding vote for modern because it’s more convenient
to have two bathrooms.
In the morning, there was the usual end-of-vacation scramble
to clean out the fridge and pack the car. Actually, more than the usual
scramble. We are still discovering things we may have left there—a thermos of
Beth’s, a shirt of Noah’s, an almost full box of Greek pastries and candy. But
we were on the road by ten thirty and home by three. When we got home we found
the house cool but habitable. It really hadn’t been that cold outside and with
the space heater going our bedroom was sixty-two degrees, with the other rooms
maybe ten degrees cooler.
Sorting through the mail we found many Christmas cards and
another merit scholarship offer, (from UMBC) and a somewhat disappointing
statement from Ithaca about Noah’s total aid package there. We went out for
Chinese food, after having decided we’d rather eat in a heated restaurant than
have take-out in our unheated dining room. After dinner, Beth dropped us off at
the house and went to the hardware store for another space heater to put in
North’s room that night.
Friday and Saturday:
Over the past couple days Beth succeeded in getting someone to come fix the furnace and ran errands, I did an endless stream of laundry (five loads so far) and blogged. Noah applied to RIT—his last application—and did some homework, but only for an hour on Friday and a few hours on Saturday. One nice thing about our vacation was that Noah didn’t have to work at all while we were gone. North met up with a friend from Peter and the Starcatcher Saturday morning and in the afternoon we went to see Mary Poppins Returns and then went out for tapas. We’ve got few more days to ease into our normal routine, and while there’s an orthodontist appointment, a visit to the MVA, and a mammogram on the agenda on Monday, I hope we’ll find time for fun as well.