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Downtown Littleton, antiquing and some seriously good beer.

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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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Mountains, the road to nowhere and another covered bridge.

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When you’re in the White Mountains of New Hampshire, you drive.

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Here, there and everywhere if you’re with us.

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And though peak foliage had passed, the faded colors still retained a certain beauty.

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Anonymous mountain road?

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Sure, we’ll take it. Up and over…

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Until it narrowed down to the dirt path to nowhere and we had to implement a nail biting 3 point turn. Hey NH… would it kill you to post a dead end sign now and then?

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The Bump Bridge.

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Yes, that’s really it’s name.

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Spanning a small stream it was less impressive than some…

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With a redone roof which killed the historical appeal for me. But we didn’t plan on finding it, so no time was wasted.

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Onward…

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Hell of a way to end the day.

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After checking into our resort there was still daylight left to burn,,,, so we jumped in the car for a scenic drive.

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Being Vermont, you can’t go far without seeing a covered bridge and this one was right down the road.

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The Grist Mill Bridge, built in 1872.

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And to the right of the bridge?

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Grist Mill Park.

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If you’re wondering where the grist mill is? Join the club, so were we.

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And as the sun was setting, we drove.

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No particular destination in mind, just enjoying the scenery and the oh so very green grass.

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Untouched photo. The fields really were that green. A pleasant respite from the awful brown summer we had in Maine.

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Gentle rain started to fall as it got dark and we turned back toward the resort. It’s a good thing the husband was driving because on one of the twisty turny mountain roads, on a corner, in the dark, in the rain… it happened. A full grown deer darted out right in front of us. Thankfully the husband’s reflexes were good, and thankfully no one was coming in the opposite direction. He swerved just enough so we didn’t have a deer come through the windshield, but it hit my car’s right front bumper with an awful thwack. We stopped. The deer ran off and seemed to be okay. My car? Not so much.

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The husband managed to push the panel back in place, but it was cracked in numerous places and the fog light housing was smashed.

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It could have been soooo much worse. But good grief, it was a helluva way to start a vacation.

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Polar Caves Part 2… rocks, trees and more rocks.

 

Walking along a lovely path past a duck pond….

 

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We found the covered bridge.

 

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And kissed.

 

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Continuing along the walkways…

 

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We read the park’s history.

 

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And decided what to do first.

 

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Remember when I said this series would have a lot of rocks?

 

 

The rocks start now.

 

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Matter of fact, this section was called the Rock Garden.

 

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So clearly I’m not the only enthusiast.

 

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I loved it.

 

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It was like a moss covered fairy village with fabulously crafted wooden boardwalks.

 

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Meticulously cut around the rocks.

 

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I could have happily wandered there all day.

 

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Rocks!

 

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Some seriously big rocks.

 

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Did I mention this was a rock garden….

 

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And it was full of rocks?

 

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I was loving it.

 

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Though I admit getting a little tired from all the steps.

 

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But the rocks….

 

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They rocked.

 

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As did the funky lichen, ferns and moss.

 

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The steps?

 

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My thighs said, not so much.

 

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But we kept walking.

 

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Through some seriously old rocks…

 

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A veritable maze of old rocks.

 

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Fern covered rocks!

 

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And then we discovered the caves we’d come to see…

 

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Were way up there.

 

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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