Upon completion of a date night dinner at Dino’s, Maya declared she wished to go “exploring.” After determining she understood the meaning of the word, we embarked on a search for the elusive White Pond. I am the only member of the family who has never been to the pond (in Indiana this would be called a lake or reservoir). Typical of New England is the total lack of signage or the slightest clue to demarcate the entrance. We used the navigation system to systematically try every road which approached the pond. Finally, we came upon an unmarked road behind a strawberry field which did not show up on the navigation system. Maya made a bee line for the beach and began sand castle construction. We were not permitted to leave until the moat was completed.