The setting for most of my childhood summer memories is a lake in Rindge, New Hampshire where my grandparents had a house. My brother and I would travel there from California to spend our days in saggy bathing suits and bare feet, waterlogged and sunburned, mosquito bitten, bellies full of blueberries and fluffernutter sandwiches. All… Read More Swimming into my Past, Rindge, NH (Day 184)