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Let’s talk weddings.

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My husband and I met and got married in 6 days.

We would have done it sooner, but had to wait 3 days for the license.

True story.

Really.

Our “wedding” was at a town hall, performed by a Justice of the Peace. It took place in January, in Maine, during a N’Or Easter. We had to take a boat across the bay and schlepp up a ramp and across a pier in the frigid blowing snow. If memory serves, the temperature was 2 degrees. Instead of a gown, I wore dress slacks, a cashmere sweater and fancy boots. Instead of guests, we had 3 family witnesses. There was no reception, no photographer, no band, no caterer. My guy was on leave from the Marine Corps and after the ceremony we had to jump in the car for a thousand mile trip south to get him back to base on time.

Total cost?

$35, plus tip to the JOP.

That was 41 years ago.

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A friend of mine spent over $50,000 for her elaborate destination wedding. The dress was from Paris, the flowers were flown in from a trendy designer in New York, the bridesmaid’s gifts were from Tiffany.

They were divorced 2 years later.

Make of that what you will.

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It’s about love and commitment, not what you spend.

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White Mountains trip…. last night, last day, last post in the series.

 

A full day of resort hopping on day 7 made us hungry so we stopped at an inn near our resort that had a well recommended British pub/restaurant.

 

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The Jolly Drayman seemed inviting enough.

 

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And though it was a very small place with limited seating…

 

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I was willing to like it.

It’s a shame I couldn’t.

 

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What English pub worth it’s salt only has 1 British beer on tap? Where was the Harp? The Smithwicks? The Old Speckled Hen? Yes, there was Guinness thank God….

But Pabst Blue Ribbon? Come on!

It went downhill from there.

 

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A limited menu.

A disinterested, unfriendly server.

Uncomfortable seats.

 

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And the worst beef Wellington I’ve ever had.

 

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The husband had a not nearly hot enough beef stew ( with mashed potatoes?)  that must have weighed 12 pounds…  served in a fish bowl.

 

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Framed fart humor not withstanding….

I wouldn’t go back.

Day 8…. the departure.

One more breakfast under the canoe.

 

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And beside the twig lights.

 

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We checked out and said goodbye to the dangerous looking ski motif rocking chairs…

 

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And laughed at the resort’s wedding advertisement for the last time.

 

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Heck, that’s as good a reason as any… right?

 

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Through one more covered bridge…

 

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And because you know my husband can’t drive past an antique store.

 

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Funny part is, I went outside to wait for him because the owner was a crotchety old man I didn’t like the look of.

A few minutes later the husband comes out and I can hear that old man screeching his lungs out like a lunatic, cursing my husband from here to next Sunday.

Apparently husband had the audacity to take an old magazine out of it’s plastic sleeve and flip through it. Guess that’s a no no in the mountains.

Anyway, vacation over.

Home safe and sound with…. how shall we say?

 

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Some coffee and a few beauty products for my cabinets.

Hey, if they’re going to charge an extra $25 resort fee per day for that lousy condo?

I’m going to fill my suitcase on the way out.

 

 

The end.

(You may now officially breathe that sigh of relief you’ve been holding.)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

White Mountains trip…Day 2. Mount Washington Valley and Jackson Village.

 

After our moose sighting, we set out through the Mount Washington Valley of New Hampshire.

 

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We’ve done Washington many times and this trip we were just passing through…

 

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It was a crisp and clear 64 degrees down below…

 

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But she already had a 4 inch dusting of snow.

 

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Not yet, thank you very much.

I’ll stay down below where it’s warmer and greener.

 

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Next stop?

Jackson N.H….. where they’re famous for their falls. They’re a little hard to find but when you see houses with backyards like this –

 

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You know you’re getting close.

 

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Along the way, the husband was fascinated by an early snow plow….

 

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But I told him keep walking…. it won’t fit in the barn.

 

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We headed down a path looking for the falls….

 

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And found a few rocks…

 

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With a wedding venue set up alongside. A sign said the public was invited, and to feel free to come as you are.

You have to love New England.

 

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Still looking for the falls, we backtracked, and walked up a steep sidewalk past a very pink cottage.

 

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And found more rocks.

 

 

Some running water….

 

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And the soon to be married couple…

 

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Taking some wedding portraits with an interesting backdrop.

And finally,  the bottom of the falls….