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Because if you’re here, you have nothing better to do anyway.
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I’ll start.
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Damn it…. no, I’m not. Disappointing readers is what I do best. Take that away from me and this whole blogging thing falls apart.
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Were they eavesdropping on my Scrabble games with the husband? How disturbing.
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Did I time travel and not know it? Now that’s disappointing.
Your turn.
What does your keyboard think you’re sorry for?
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Ours trees are bursting with apples….
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So what better thing to do on a perfect fall day than bake?
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Deep dish apple pie for dessert. And while I was at it?
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Deep dish chicken pot pie for dinner.
You can’t go wrong with pie.
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Since we were unable to ride the actual train, we had to check out the little Cog Railway museum while we were there. I won’t drone on about the engineering wonder it was….
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But I will draw your attention to this…
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I simply can not imagine flying down the mountainside on a small piece of wood.
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And trust me, it was small. It’s hard to tell from that picture but look closely and you’ll realize big butt people need not apply.
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Although that dog seems to be enjoying the ride.
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A few more foliage pics from our drive home.
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Bye bye Mountains.
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We certainly enjoyed the show.
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The final stop on our leaf peeping day trip tour was the Cog Railway on Mount Washington.
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This is one of those “must do” tourist things that we’ve never managed to do and since we were in the area, we thought… why not?
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The answer to that question was hundreds of other tourists who thought the same thing. The place was packed and there was no space available on the trains for the next 3 days without reservations.
The Cog is a strange beast.
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And like no other train ride you’re ever apt to take.
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So even though we couldn’t find a seat, we stayed to watch.
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With a slowly dying beautiful remnant of summer.
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That’s the husband taking a closer look at the bridge.
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And this is the Cog.
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Beginning it’s climb up the mountain at a breath taking 2.7 mph.
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Here’s a shot of the unique rail line.
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I won’t bore those who don’t care about trains or history, but if you’re interested you can check this out:
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In this part of the world, it’s pretty famous.
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When I found and bought my most fabulous beer tap a while back, I ran across another one I knew I had to buy as well.
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I mean really, how could I not?
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It’s a woodchuck. Holding an apple. They could have modeled him after our yearly brood.
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Perfect for a man cave/barn whose crawl space serves as a seasonal chucker hotel.
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He now has pride of place on an overturned shot glass in between the giant bullet and my freaky cocktail stirrers.
Life is good.
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When you exit the Kancamagus Highway…
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You find yourself in the town of Woodstock, and when you’re in Woodstock?
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You have to visit the Woodstock Inn and Brewery.
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Of course if you visit this time of year.. you can expect to search endlessly for a parking spot, be unable to sit outside due to the high crowd volume, and find that the only indoor space available are two stools at the end of the bar.
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The brewery is a funky place, filled with all kinds interesting eye candy.
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But it was extremely crowded as well as extremely loud, so we decided to have a drink and an appetizer and be on our way.
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Pomegranate margarita and some fabulous duck wontons with sweet Thai chili sauce for me.
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And a French onion soup so loaded with cheese for the husband I thought he’d never get through it.
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After our snack we headed to Franconia Notch…
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Where the fall color was a bit past peak but still impressive.
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Trees.
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Fall leaves.
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And mountains.
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No narrative required.
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You know the drill.
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Sadly, we’re probably not far from this happening in real life.
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Better than burning alive in my opinion.
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I definitely need one of those.
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And yet, we’re still dying by the thousands needlessly.
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And if it’s good enough for Micheal Meyers….
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But what I discovered after 4 hours of closet cleaning?
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Is that you can definitely have too many jeans and slacks.
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I tried on 47 pairs…
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Filled 3 garbage bags….
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And narrowed it down to 4 piles. ( On the far left? Fit, but would look better if I lost 10 lbs Yes, I’m keeping them. Don’t judge. )
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There.
That’s better.
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Part two of Mother Nature’s amazing foliage display along the Kancamagus Highway.
No narrative required.
( And if you’ve never experienced autumn in New England? What the hell are you waiting for! )
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Now tell me your blood pressure didn’t just drop.
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It never ceases to amaze me how different platforms communicate these days.
And by communicate, I mean stalk your every move and gather information to be used for targeted advertising.
Case in point… I clicked on this Wal Mart ad I saw on Facebook the other day because it looked ridiculous and might be good blog fodder.
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A half hour later I checked my WordPress account and noticed a new follower.
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That can’t be a coincidence.
Of course, I Googled Bombay’s new Bramble gin last week…
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And was hit with this ad on my Apple news feed later that day.
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It really is uncanny how well they know me.
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