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The Mount Washington Resort.

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If you’ve ever visited Mount Washington and driven through the valley, you know there’s one structure that dominates the landscape.

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The regal Mount Washington resort. Built in 1902 she’s been the hotel to the rich, the famous and everyone in between. The cheapest room is over $500 a night and if you want a king size bed with a view? Prepare to pay $1,500.

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As you turn in the driveway, geese.

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Geese… everywhere.

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Circle past the front door to the parking lot, which is a bit of a hike if you’re too cheap to pay valet… which we were… and then stroll back.

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Past some climbing vines….

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And an impressive row of chrysanthemums.

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Everywhere you look? It’s spectacular.

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Even the portico ceiling.

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And then you walk inside….

To be continued.

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A bathroom for the ages.

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We have a master bath in need of a major update and renovation. While cruising the net for inspiration I saw this:

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I think I’m going to have a hard time talking the husband into this…

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But you have to admit it’s pretty spectacular.

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To heck with shopping that mall….

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I’ll just hang out in the ladies room and pour myself a cocktail.

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The Crawford Notch 500

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When you take scenic drives around the White Mountains of New Hampshire you’re going to pass through a lot of notches. Roads that are cut straight through the hills make for some fantastic photos.

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Unless you’re riding with my husband who hates having anyone in front of him and is constantly jostling for position.

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I can’t tell you how many great shots I’ve lined up just to whizz past them in a blur.

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My husband may be well into the senior citizen age range but you’d never know it by the way he drives.

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Ever come up behind an elderly driver and have to slow to a turtle’s crawl?

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I can guarantee that’s not my spouse. He’s the one coming up in your rear view mirror who makes you move into the next lane to avoid him riding in your back seat.

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It may not look like it, but he was doing about 90 here, passing from the right, next to a big rock. Good times.

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After we exited Crawford Notch and I drew a deep breath?

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We finally visited a place that’s been on my bucket list for years….

To be continued.

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I shouldn’t be surprised.

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We’ve become a society with no limits. And while I don’t pretend to be a prude, I still believe there’s such a thing as common decency… in action and speech.

I’m a democrat who dislikes Donald Trump, but I wouldn’t install a “F*ck Trump” sign on my lawn like the family down the road who have a giant “F*ck Biden” poster prominently displayed on their garage.

Decency. It’s definitely in short supply.

You’d think I’d be used to it by now. Heck, after a years worth of that Cosmopolitan smut nothing should surprise me… but the ads I saw for apparel the other day did.

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Charming.

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I honestly can’t think of a worse Christmas gift.

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As someone who always needs a cocktail, I find myself more than a little offended.

Sarcastic, slightly off color, double entendre humor? Big fan.

Rude and crude, put it all out there without nuance, shock value humor? Not so much.

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Let’s play.

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You don’t have to, but you should.

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Aside from every phone number of every place I have ever lived?

This:

Abou Ben Adhem

BY LEIGH HUNT

Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!)

Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace,

And saw, within the moonlight in his room, 

Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom, 

An angel writing in a book of gold:— 

Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, 

And to the presence in the room he said, 

“What writest thou?”—The vision raised its head, 

And with a look made of all sweet accord, 

Answered, “The names of those who love the Lord.” 

“And is mine one?” said Abou. “Nay, not so,” 

Replied the angel. Abou spoke more low, 

But cheerly still; and said, “I pray thee, then, 

Write me as one that loves his fellow men.” 

The angel wrote, and vanished. The next night 

It came again with a great wakening light, 

And showed the names whom love of God had blest, 

And lo! Ben Adhem’s name led all the rest.

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If you know me, you know I’m one of the least religious people you’re ever apt to meet, but my late mother was forced to memorize that poem as a child and recited it ad nauseam during my formative years. Why it has remained firmly implanted in my brain I have no idea… but there it is. Uselessly taking up space.

So how about you? What useless thing are you storing in your grey matter…

Lower Falls Part two…

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I hope my photos do justice to how lovely this part of the White Mountains is….

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And though not as wild as the upper Sabbaday falls, the lower falls were equally lovely.

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We clambered around at leisure, simply enjoying the day.

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Rocks, ya gotta love them… and marvel at their weird stripes.

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This is a very soothing place. Quiet, peaceful…

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What is it about water? Spend enough time near it… and your breathing slows.

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The rest of the world seems to slip away.

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And while my husband was busy climbing and exploring?

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I just… was.

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I highly recommend it.

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Candy corn Hell.

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It’s that time of year…

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The short window between Halloween and Thanksgiving when that sickeningly sweet, multi colored, triangular abomination is everywhere. My mother used to have jars of it scattered around the house when I was growing up. Why? I don’t know… nobody who lived there ate it.

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Global distaste for the product is right up there with kale, and yet it persists.

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In all my years I’ve only met a few people who truly enjoy the stuff. Take a bow Mark, I’m talking about you and your Spam addled taste buds.

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Okay, I admit that last picture is kind of fun… but I’m still not eating it.

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Because the Falls have to fall somewhere….

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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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Etsy picks.

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Every once in a while I cruise Etsy because they have some wonderfully creative things. Some are useful….

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(Though a few decades late for me.)

Some are… not.

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Personally I don’t feel the need for a human dog bed…

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But if you do? Know that I am rolling my eyes at the thought of you sitting in that giant floor pillow… and so is your dog.

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This was kind of cute until I read what it was for.

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Dermatillomania is an obsessive skin picking disorder, and judging from the bestseller status of this product… it’s more common that I thought.

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This.

For when you really want to feel like you’re sitting on the throne.

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