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.
Every time we stay in the White Mountains of New Hampshire we try to explore a new town. This trip it was Littleton….
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A charming place with a delightfully quirky downtown area.
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They’ve been voted Best American Main Street numerous times and once you stroll around… it’s easy to see why.
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Of course when you’re strolling with my husband that means ducking into every antique store you see.
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Clearly this fellow takes his wine selection seriously.
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But wait… what’s that on the floor in the back?
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Weeee! Another vintage alcohol related crate for my vinyl collection. I paid more for this one than any of the others, but we haggled 20% off and there’s no sales tax in New Hampshire so I’m calling it a win.
Husband doing the dishes in our resort condo as well? Score!!!
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Heading to the riverfront area we discovered a pedestrian covered bridge.
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Which afforded some great views..
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And that old red building with the waterwheel on the left?
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Turned out to be Schilling brewery which made yours truly very happy.
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They kept the feel of the old mill with a rustic interior…
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And served a fabulous wood fired artisan pizza with chicken, bacon, cheese, spinach, tart apples and maple syrup. Sound weird? Yes… but it was heavenly.
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As was their beer, which they take very seriously. The bartender was extremely knowledgeable and quizzed you before you chose. It wasn’t pass or fail, but it definitely resulted in him pouring you the perfect beer suited to your tastes.
My liquid ambrosia this visit? Schlaumeier – a Hefeweizen (wheat beer) with delicate notes of banana and clove. It sounds bizarre was positively grand.
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