The Montifiore Manse

The 4th of July Part II

Little one and mommy enjoying a walk in the snow.

Yes, I see you, Daddy. What's that silvery thing in front of your face for, anyway?

On top of the world...

Seeing a bush somewhat encased in ice reminded me of Michigan winters. The bush was beautiful, but not nearly as breathtaking as seeing a tree completely encased in ice with a thousand brilliant rainbows glittering off each and every part of it as the sun shines down.

The building above is a little lookout/shelter/touristy building with a great view. Inside there is information about Mt. Wellington, a viewing platform, and labels of the different parts of Tassie you can see from the look out.

Water in the air, water in the river, water on the mountain... a view of the water cycle

Julia's got a little tear on her cheek from the cold wind

Lovin' the cold weather!

Heading back down the mountain.

From this picture you'd never know it was the middle of winter...

Pic of the harbor across from the restaurant we tried to eat at.

A real bummer part of our 4th of July trip was our failed attempt to get Mexican. We stopped in at the only Mexican restaurant we knew about in Hobart. They were packed, but they told us we could get seats outside. No doubt some of the people thought we were crazy. They did bring us menus (after Terry went back in and asked) but after 15 to 20 minutes of just sitting out there we realized we were not going to be served soon. Plus, if it took them 20 minutes to take your order, how long would it take them to make your food? It didn't help that we saw other people arrive after we had, get their drinks, and then get their meal while we shivered outside. We looked at the time, thought of how long this would take in light of the two-hour drive home, and decided to leave. Not eating there seemed like a much bigger deal than it was; we were very disheartened and hungry. However, we still needed food, so we did what all good Americans do: pick up McDonald's and eat it in the car on the way home. Thankfully, our friend Emma has promised to show us a few Mexican restaurants we didn't know about next time we're down in Hobart.

On a more happy note...

Here's another pic of Julia and mommy singing. I had one with her mouth wide open but it was too blurry. Julia can't wait till she finds her voice. For now, she just smiles and moves her mouth as Mommy sings. You can see her working her tongue trying to figure out how to join in. Sooo cute!