In 1977, Sam and I saw an ad in the Harvard Crimson (thank you Karen Tolman) for a camp for rent in Nelson, near a place called Tolman Pond. We had some friends in Peterborough and Hancock, so we decided to rent the cabin to get out of Cambridge in the summer.
Driving along Tolman Pond Road for the first time, us anxious city folk thought this dirt road went on forever. When we pulled around the curve and saw the farmhouse and the camps along the pond, we were both relieved and excited!
To further the excitement, however, no sooner had we pulled into the farmhouse driveway and gotten out of the car when down the road came Frank Upton in his rig, shouting, “There’s a balloon up there, and it’s coming down! Let’s go!” It turned out to be a just-married couple heading off after their wedding in a colorful hot air balloon, but things had kind of gone awry. Without thinking we jumped back in our car and followed Frank and Barry as off they went looking for this balloon. We never found it and came back to unpack, but it was our first introduction to the joys of Frank’s stories and the Tolman Pond adventures we would have for the next 15 years, before moving up to Nelson for good. (We were married in front of the gray camp at Tolman Pond in 1978.)
~ Julie Snow (Osherson)