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Foliage, the required selfie with foliage, a personalized warning and Sabbaday Falls, part one.

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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.

To be continued….

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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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Franconia Notch

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This is the road you have to drive if you visit the White Mountains.

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The Notch was famous for The Old Man in the Mountain, a natural stone outcropping that resembled a face. Sadly, it crumbled years ago but there’s a museum devoted to it at the Canon Mountain gondola sight where you can grab a glimpse.

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Peak foliage was long past when we drove through and everything looked very grey.

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But it’s still an impressive sight.

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And a huge tourist destination.

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This was the road the day we drove it. Below was the road two weeks before…

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There’s something to be said for traveling off season. No traffic jams for us.

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Not as colorful, but definitely smoother sailing.

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Never a dull moment…

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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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The one where we stumble upon a covered bridge.

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When you’re traveling rural roads in northern New England, finding a covered bridge is bound to happen.

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This particular bridge was quite a nice one.

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Lovely setting, well kept and structurally sound.

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Complete with vintage warning sign.

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There were a few too many trees for the perfect money shot, but you get the idea.

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I love when the town posts a little history.

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And when my spouse has to test the construction.

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And the poop keeps coming.

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Why is everyone so obsessed with poop these days?

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How bad do you have to be to find one of those in your Christmas stocking?

Yes, the classic emoji has its uses …

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But does it need to be flung in a mini slingshot? No. Even with the added incentive of 3 free flying feces.

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Thanks for clearing up the fake versus real controversy. Those outstretched arms and googly eyes might have come from Uncle Harold’s commode. He always was an odd duck.

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I’m going to go out on a limb and say English is not the ad copy writer’s first language. But hey… poop is universal.

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Leaves, more leaves…. and a few random turkeys.

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One of the nicest things about our resort in the mountains? Beautiful fall foliage right outside our door.

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We were a little past peak for this trip but it was still a lovely palette of color to wake up to.

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This quirky coffee house right down the road only opened the day we left which was disappointing. I haven’t been half baked in decades.

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First day of our trip? We drove…

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Here.

There.

Wherever the leaves took us.

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And if you’re driving with my husband that means traveling on some pretty obscure back roads. Often ones that turn to dirt.

Miles and miles, up and over mountains where there’s nothing but glorious foliage, nature….

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Bear warnings….

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And a randomly placed portapotty.

( Spellcheck kept changing this to portal Otto. I may have missed a prime Tardis opportunity there.)

Here’s a short clip of the splendor. Yours truly is announcing the sighting of turkeys on the left, repeatedly and quite loudly. I do this when I spot cows as well, though in the deeper audible resonance they deserve.

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Ah….

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I love fall!

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