The short window between Halloween and Thanksgiving when that sickeningly sweet, multi colored, triangular abomination is everywhere. My mother used to have jars of it scattered around the house when I was growing up. Why? I don’t know… nobody who lived there ate it.
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Global distaste for the product is right up there with kale, and yet it persists.
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In all my years I’ve only met a few people who truly enjoy the stuff. Take a bow Mark, I’m talking about you and your Spam addled taste buds.
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Okay, I admit that last picture is kind of fun… but I’m still not eating it.
Everywhere I looked there was a beautiful picture waiting to be taken.
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Not to mention videos.
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I love these kind of places. Easy hiking with railed bridges and paths that criss cross over the natural splendor.
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And these were extremely well made, designed to withstand water and rough weather. I can only imagine the force of the falls in the spring, it must be epic.
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For those who are interested:
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And for those of us with bad knees?
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Random benches to take a break.
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While I agree with the ❤️ sentiment, I dislike the defacement.
We didn’t have to look any further than out our balcony to find a stunning vista of changing leaves. Every morning the color was slightly different.
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And you know I couldn’t resist that.
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On our way out that morning I noticed a sign I hadn’t spotted the night before… and I had a hard time believing it wasn’t put there just for me.
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No worries Pollard Brook Resort, I didn’t see any to feed… though I do take exception to the word varmint. In my experience, there are far more two legged ones of those.
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Ah… I do love the mountains.
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On the agenda that morning? Sabbaday Falls off the Kancamagus highway.
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It won’t surprise you to learn my husband’s first thought when he read this was, “I wonder if the tools are still there…” Good thing he didn’t have a shovel handy.
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It was just under half a mile hike to the falls.
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Past a babbling brook and on a wide, leaf lined path.
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As the elevation increased, fencing.
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It was so beautiful. So peaceful…
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A little farther on and the brook turned into a pool.
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Surrounded by glacial boulders. I was in rock heaven…
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And the husband was taking pictures, so you know it was good.
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We’ve driven by this area numerous times but never took the time to stop. Clearly that was a mistake.
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It took 10,000 years for water to wear down the rock and form the falls.
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With my bad knee, it took me nearly half that time to climb all the stairs.
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