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The resort condo, the coffee shop, free chicken coffee…. and as always, geese.

 

After touring the Manor House of the Historic Powhatan Resort in Williamsburg, I knew our condo would be a bit of a letdown, but as timeshare units go…. it was quite decent.

 

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We requested a top floor, since the husband despises people tap dancing above him at 2:00am.

 

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It was a 2 bedroom, 2 bath unit…

 

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And like many of the newly renovated suites we’ve had lately….  heavily yellow and beige-d.

 

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But the king size bed was extremely comfortable….

 

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There was a working fireplace…

 

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A full kitchen with hardwood floors and granite countertops….

 

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Large bathrooms…

 

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A full size dining table….

 

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And a place for evening cocktails.

 

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The buildings were well spaced and far enough apart to limit noise, which is a plus for light sleepers like me.

 

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Heck, this condo was almost 1,400 square feet…. which is about 300 more than our first home, so I wasn’t complaining.

 

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We unpacked, or rather I did. Husband just threw his suitcase on the bed and called it good. What is it with you men?

Then we decided to grab a quick bite at the on site coffee shop.

 

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It was next to the Manor House, and attractive in it’s own right.

 

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With a large outdoor seating area….

 

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And a view of the ever present geese.

 

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Unfortunately…

 

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It also had a big fat closed sign next to it’s front door.

 

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First the bad restaurant, then the shut up tight coffee shop. Clearly it wasn’t our day for eating out.

So we ended our first day in Williamsburg at the grocery store, stocking up for the 2 weeks ahead and wondering why no one was taking advantage of the free chicken coffee.

 

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Buy 2, get 3 free?

I don’t drink the stuff… but geesh.

How bad can it be to still be filling the shelves? The packaging alone should be worth the price of two.

 

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The resort, the Manor, a little bad food…. and geese.

 

There aren’t too many timeshare resorts that have a Manor House…

 

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But ours did.

 

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And for guests….

 

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The doors were wide open.

 

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So before even finding our condo, we explored.

 

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She was a charming old girl.

 

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And fully decked out for Christmas.

 

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Yes, there was even some funky chicken portraiture.

 

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Ya gotta love that.

 

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Traditional Williamsburg colors took center stage.

 

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And board games were set up on various tables.

 

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It really was quite lovely.

 

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And I certainly wouldn’t mind having a meal or two here.

 

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But we were burning daylight…

 

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So, needing liquid refreshment….

 

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We left the Manor House and were pleased to find a restaurant/bar on the property.

 

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Not all resorts have this, so it was a plus.

 

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The friendly bartender introduced the husband to a local beer, and we ordered some appetizers to test the menu.

 

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French Onion Soup for the other half…. which was absolutely horrendous. Croutons instead of French Bread, over salted broth and a glob of gelatinous cheese.

Blech.

 

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My margarita was made with cheap mix and even cheaper tequila…. and the cheesy crab dip? Tasteless, as well as crabless.  I couldn’t find a single piece.

Needless to say we passed on ordering dinner there. (Sorry Martin, that’s all the food pics you’ll get today.)

But ya know what?

The resort was beautiful.

They had a Manor House…..

 

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And geese.

 

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I forgave them their bad food.

 

 

 

Cape Cod Day 6… Sandwich Glass Museum oddities.

 

Day 6 found us in getting a late start in Sandwich.

 

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At a museum filled with glass.

 

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For 62 years beginning in 1825, Deming Jarvis’s glass factory put this little Massachusetts town on the map.

 

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The history of glass was on display…

 

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And some of it was fascinating.

 

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Parts of the museum are interactive…

 

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And we timed it just right to witness a glass blowing demonstration…

 

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Which I thought I’d videoed, but apparently didn’t.

 

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Either way, the chandelier hanging overhead was impressive. Though I’d hate to have to dust it.

 

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Glass..

 

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Glass.

 

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And more glass.

Well, what did you expect…

 

 

Yes!

 

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Chickens!

 

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Lots…

 

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And lots of glass chickens.

 

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Clearly they knew I was coming.

 

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They were salts…

 

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And paperweights…

 

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Art glass…

 

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And breast pipes.

 

 

Yes.

 

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There was even a bosom shell….

Which I’m sure was very comfortable.

 

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There was also a lily foot shoe..

 

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And the chance to have dinner with a dead man.

Who could pass that up?

 

 

 

 

 

White Mountains trip Day 6… rock lovers rejoice.

 

What do you do when you wake up to a rainy morning and you’re on vacation in Bethel?

 

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You visit the Maine Mineral and Gem Museum…

 

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Where it’s all about the rocks!

 

 

No, really…. it will be great.

 

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Before we even made it inside there were awesome rocks.

 

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Folded marble? Who doesn’t love that…

 

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And check it, pink girlie rock!

I knew this was going to be good…

So you can imagine my disappointment when we discovered the museum was undergoing renovations and only had one room of rocks open to the public.

One room?

 

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Okay, there was the Maine state fossil.

 

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And one seriously freaky fish.

 

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But….

But…

Only one room of rocks?

 

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Even a chicken sighting didn’t cheer me up.

 

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There weren’t nearly enough fossils.

 

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Or gems  and minerals to satisfy me.

 

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But there were some pretty cool space rocks.

 

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And they were certainly out of this world.

 

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Some of them didn’t even look real.

 

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But they’d make a fantastic kitchen countertop all the same.

 

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Moon rocks rock…

 

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But actual martian rocks?

 

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Disappointingly dull…

The final case held Maine tourmaline.

 

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Hugely popular for jewelry up here.

 

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And in honor of our visit…

 

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I had worn my pair of raw Kyanite bracelets.

 

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Do I know how to coordinate or what?

 

 

A few polished balls later…

 

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And all too soon…

 

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We were done.

 

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We’d seen all there was to see.

 

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Except for the gift store…

 

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Which had some absolutely fabulous jewelry!! With absolutely fabulous prices… and the husband couldn’t get me out of there quickly enough.

 

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But if they ever finish the renovation, I’d go back.

 

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One can never see too many rocks.

Polar Caves Part 4….The fork in the road. More caves, more rocks.

 

As so often happens in life, we came to a fork in the road.

 

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Mind you, by this time we’d climbed 6,492,745 steps…. so the fact that the sign to the left said difficult route? Did not fill me with joy.

 

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But ever the supportive wife, I let the husband decide which path we’d take. Thankfully his aching back and residual sciatica made him veer right, although the name Devil’s Turnpike didn’t inspire a lot of confidence as to it’s ease of use.

 

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Husband explored more caves.

 

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I photographed more trees and rocks.

 

 

 

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And climbed more steps.

 

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And then even more steps.

 

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And then thought about all the steps I’d have to climb down when we were through.

 

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Did I mention there were a lot of steps?

 

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There were a lot of steps.

Okay, back to the rocks.

 

 

 

Why is there never a pogo stick around when you need one?

 

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We walked past rocks, over rocks, through rocks….

 

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And occasionally under rocks.

 

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While praying silently for the ground to be earthquake free.

 

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Yeah, thanks for that helpful factoid.

 

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As the husband climbed the Devil’s Turnpike…..

 

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And entered the next cave…

I took the path that had my name written all over it.

 

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All day long baby…

 

 

 

I do give him credit though.

 

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He’s still pretty limber for his age…

 

 

One final cave to go… and it was called the Lemon Squeeze.

 

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Yours truly?

 

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Yup. Every party has a pooper… and that day, it was me.

Oddly enough the Squeeze was the husband’s downfall. He couldn’t do it. Too small, too tight.

And you know if he got stuck? He was staying there…. because I wasn’t going in after him.

 

White Mountains trip… Day 1.

 

It was a little dreary the day we left, with rain threatening in the distance… but we made good time and actually arrived too early to check into our resort.

What to do. What to do…

Who am I kidding?

 

 

It was margarita time.

 

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So we found a chicken themed bar…

 

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And settled in for lunch. Liquid and otherwise…

 

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It was a funky place…

 

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Basically a converted farmhouse with lots of quirky little rooms.

 

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And though they don’t look wonderful….

 

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The homemade chicken croquettes were to die for.

Bellies full, we headed out.

 

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Fall color was intermittent during this trip. Some places gorgeous, others past peak.

 

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We got to Newry, still too early to check in… so we explored.

 

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Found a covered bridge….

 

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Built in 1872…

 

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And enjoyed the views.

 

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It was peaceful…

 

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And smelled like autumn.

 

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For those not familiar…

That means fresh air, apples, a hint of wood smoke, and dry crackling leaves.

 

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Nectar of the Gods.

Down the road a ways, we had a laugh.

 

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We followed the sign, but found neither hole nor Frenchman.

 

 

But we did pass a camp….

 

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With the perfect name.

 

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That says it all.

 

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I love the country!

 

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I love my town.

 

Want to put your finger on the pulse of your town?

Check out the Facebook group pages.

 

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No matter how large or small your particular hamlet is, chances are someone, somewhere is administrating a page for it.

I haven’t had so much fun in years!

You’ll learn very quickly who the town gossips are, where to find a free 40 year old slightly faded recliner, which families have been feuding since 1923,  who stole the carrots off the honor system garden cart, the residents you should avoid at all costs, and where the best wild raspberries are found.

There are also important things like this:

 

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That’s news you can use people!

 

 

Neighbors helping neighbors…

 

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*Note to self- avoid the White Road*

 

 

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Granted, if you live in the city you won’t have such interesting headlines.

But loose chickens can be a problem anywhere…