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Driving farther down the Kancamagus highway we noticed a sign that said Lower Falls, and since we’d just explored the upper… we had to take a look.

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The first thing we saw? A fenced in giant rock. There was no explanation given as to why this particular rock needed its own fence…

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Maybe it just wanted to feel special.

Rocks, they’re so sedimental.

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Poor rock. Did it deserve to be cleaved in half by that tree?

Of quartz not.

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There were lots of rocks. And this made me smile. Rocks here, rocks there….

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There were rocks everywhere.

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Walking farther down we found pools.

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And more rocks, which I never take for granite.

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Even my husband was marveling at the rocky splendor. Though he’s a bit boulder and clambered about near the water’s edge.

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Rock on!

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