but WP not letting me LIKE your posts but will let me comment odd very odd anyone know what I maybe doing wrong?
Mom is now 80. She made it! We all had had our doubts after this long year of medical woes. We took her out to a wonderful place in Salem NH called the Tuscan Kitchen where we all made wonderful food choices and loved them all. They have more openings happening so if you live near one, pop in! Check them out online too maybe just to drool lol I had a half order of 2 different pasta plates one made with butternut squash the other wild mushrooms I was a very happy girl.
So to catch you up even more with this horrific year of failed surgeries and all we did to keep mom safe, I still have no gray hairs as I approach 60 in March, so in a week I will donate my, now very long hair, to Locks for Love. I will go very drastic with either a Pixie, Bob or Stacked Bob hmmmm maybe a Shag. Out with the old in with the new lol I am excited!
I still paint but not as I once did. I have been busy around here(home) what with my man building a race care for my friend, well just the metal parts within to keep him safe, out on the quarter mile track at over 150 mph. I want to take just one run 🙂
I worked this summer with a few of the Garden club members on our local plantings adding Roses and Ornamental Grasses to each planting so they will be less care in the future. I did very little here but mow since we had dry conditions for most of the growing season.
We did take a ride to see Fall Color in Vermont. It was a 400 mile trip that it took days for us to recover from but I want to see my country again so I better work back up to sitting with bent knees a little more so I do not end up like mom.
Hoping I can catch up on your blogs and leave a like if not I will see if I can leave a comment and even get yours.
Here is a few shots I still have on my computer to share.
Hoping you all had a wonderful Easter. We went to Mom’s for a nice meal and a great visit.
On Friday having gone nowhere besides physical therapy of late we packed up the car for a nice long leisurely ride up into the White Mountains of New Hampshire. I knew with all the flooding he should find some easy Gold and me a photo or two 🙂 you know me better than that and JT would have a stick, found on the journey to play with.
We took Route 16 North and our first pit stop was beside a lake I captured often in amazing fall colors but Friday this is how it looked on the 18th of April
Yes ice covers many of our lakes still.
We then travelled up through Glen where my intent had been to capture many of our Covered Bridges but with snow covered ground I decided I would wait on those.
The post of NH Covered Bridges I hope to do in Fall.
We stopped in Bretton Woods a well-known spot for skiing and fun.
We found a spot to pull over where he could metal detect and JT and I could take a slow stroll and take in the beauty of the mountains and waterway teeming with water fowl where I saw my first group of gorgeous loons they are far away in photos as I did not have a lens to capture them I should have shot a video of just their beautiful song.
We travelled further north to take in more sights before we turned south to head for home as the sun would set in our mirrors.
Mount Washington sits in the distant landscape.
Romantic views of the forest from the rails where this iron trestle over a gold laden stream runs below. He found 50 gold flakes in 20 minutes. Water was frigid and roaring from spring thaw taking place slow but surly. The sign state CAUTION You Have Entered BEAR COUNTRY lol really BEAR ARE EVERYWHERE! I was hoping to see some Moose and Dear and other wildlife but the only thing I saw was an Eagle in the distance doing it’s thing.
JT taking a rare break from play with her mommy.
We laid down many miles on these beautiful mountain roads
We got home and rested up for the next days trip which would take up towards VT.
We stopped at a man-made lake to exercise JT before stopping at a friend of ours who is a painter.
Is this not just the perfect kind of day.
A stiff breeze but sunny and 60 perfect to keep the bugs away.
Thanks for coming along! I will have some photos for My Portfolio blog I am sure.
________ I try to always be kind so it took a few minutes to come up with something to share with you on this DP Challenge. I was raised to do for others in need so I will share with you, a day in my life as a trucker. Truckers are good for the most part but like anything we can get a bad rap from the few who are not.
It was a rainy day as I traveled from Roxbury Massachusetts back and forth up and down the SE Expressway. I was hauling a huge 100 yard, live floor, trash trailer. I would leave the transfer station grossing out at 100,000(pounds) GVW . I would then travel down to a trash to energy plant on the upper cape and race back for another load. The day goes a little slower when it is messy out, either we slow down or there is back up in traffic due to ones who didn’t and caused crashes. I was coming back from my second trip when up ahead of me people where hitting their brakes and trying to avoid an elderly man who was attempting to change his tire. I moved over to the right land then up behind him with my semi. I put the 4 ways on(hazard lights)and jumped out of my cab, in the pouring rain. I told the man I would take care of it and for him to get back inside of his full size sedan, to say he was shocked to see me a young, curvy blonde female offering to take care of him would be an understatement. I went to his trunk and got out the spare and thankfully it was aired up and the jack. I got on the ground, jacked up his car and loosened the lug nuts and took off flat tire. I then put the full size spare on and placed the flat and tools back into his trunk, all within 5 to 10 minuets. It was a torrential downpour type of rain but being the kind of hauler I was I spent most of my sixteen hours a day outside and up on top of my trailer so I knew I would not melt. I went up to the drivers door all the while Boston traffic whipping by, which is why I did not what him doing it at 70+ years old, and knocked on his window and said he was all set and I would tell him when to safely pull out. He was so thankful he even tried to give me money, guess some people are not used to people just being kind and wanting nothing in return. I thanked him for his offer but reminded him that it was my own truck and that my Dad would kill me if I took money for doing the right thing. He called me an angel and I told him to have a wonderful day and not to forget to fix or get a new spare and when it was safe to pull into that Boston highway, off he went. Yes I was drenched but my truck was running with heat on I could dry off a little on the way back for load 3 and usually there was a wait as well. See it is never about me it was about making sure he was not hit in traffic, that I could not live with besides not many will chance hitting a trailer like I pull, which was solid steel, so I felt safe on the ground in front of my rig. I felt good as I pulled away from the edge of the roadway and that is how I always feel when I do the right thing, like giving a helping hand.
Well we took Mom for a ride and lunch to celebrate her upcoming 78th birthday which she will not be home for so we grabbed her while we could and went on in search for some pretty color far away.
We saw a farm with a pretty Maple Tree not quite at full color
As you can see a lot of green some orange and very little Red yet. Who knew this would be our fate today.
Just a little along a lake we found in western Massachusetts.
OMG I found RED, lol
A spot for us to reflect upon life and birthdays and the desire for peace for ALL
No this is not upside down just the reflections of the pretty trees that lined the lake shore.
We had company too not sure you can pick him out as he hunted the edges and trying to get away from me.
So in the end we had a nice lunch at a very old diner in Gardner and saw a few pretty leaves and a Great Blue Heron as we wished her a very Happy Birthday!
Hope you have a wonderful long weekend to all of the followers here in the states at we celebrate Columbus Day. It is our biggest influx of tourist’s in search of color I just hope they will not be disappointed in what we have to offer for it is all about getting out and appreciating Columbus and the trip he took to this new land.
I started out early one morning yes before the sun came up, as do most truckers. I had delivered one load of water, with my tanker, a few hours south of Boston. I stopped for coffee, for the ride back up to the mountains for my second load of the day. I walked around my rig kicking each tire as I do after hauling a load for few hours, all was good they were all still up and lights all were working properly so I made my way back into the driver’s seat.
I made the trip up into the mountains of New Hampshire for another tanker full of Spring Water. I took three or four loads a day, six to seven days a week into the bottling plants as we prepared for Y2K, do you remember that in 1999, as the world worried about life as the calendar turned to the year 2000? Well I had hauled rubbish, household waste for years then switched to hauling a nice clean load, one I never got my hands dirty or truck for that matter.
It was a gorgeous day out on the highways and back roads of New England. I reached the top of the mountain where the water came from the spring and backed up to test the water and load the tanker, all 8100 gallons. When it was over flowing I shut off the pump and closed the hatch on the top climbed down and went around to get back in the truck for load number two. I was grossing out at 103,000 pounds. Yes I had a reducible load permit, I was a Heavy Hauler.
I was always tense as I maneuvered my rig off the mountain, overlooking the Big Lake. See there was a stop sign at the bottom, silly engineers, and I don’t SWIM!
The ride through New Hampshire was once again beautiful and then I entered the highway where my speed increased and I was hammer down to get the load of water to the plant before they ran out yes that is how fast they were filling one gallon jugs.
As I made it to the tolls on Route 95 South I went through with my easy pass soon I would be in Massachusetts. This is where things went bad real bad and in a hurry. I had just gone over the nasty metal bridge in Newburyport when I saw a tire, yes a huge semi tire ready to cut in front of me. I had never felt anything at the moment it came off but now I looked to my left in the mirror and saw a school bus I blew the air horn very loudly turned on my emergency flashes to get everyone’s attention praying for myself to not hit this large tire and lose control of my rig and it’s load on board. I already had my foot off the accelerator trying to let it slow down so I could start dropping gears and make my way to the breakdown lane. Holding tightly to the wheel not knowing how this would play out I held my breath for what seemed like forever. This tire crossed in front of me and the bus and then headed for the median strip never loosing speed or falling over to stop the nightmare and then popped up beside a Black Saab, yes it has been 13 years plus and I remember vividly. The car thankfully was being driven by someone not texting or talking on their phone and they yanked the wheel to miss my tire it then went off the highway. totally.
Now as this was happening another tire came up beside me as I was trying to move over one lane at a time scared to death wondering if I could hold onto her as this had never happened to me not even in a car. This tire ran straight up beside me and then off to the right and over the embankment. You see I had 22 wheels on my rig and except for the two steering axle tires the rest of them were paired up.
I made it over to the breakdown lane and was happy my boyfriend was in the passenger seat for this trip not that he could do anything to stop the nightmare but I was shaking when I stopped and as he hugged me he said “I swear I do not know how you stay THAT COOL as you are at highway speeds and loose two tires and could have killed someone.” Who was COOL?
Now out of the truck and not wanting her to be destroyed by the weight and airbags and springs taking a beating I had him crank the landing gears on the tanker down and we unhooked the airlines and electrical plug and I pulled ahead. I then got out of the truck and I was so angry you see I had spent over $1,000.00 for two tires and new rims and all new wheel studs that weekend, I called my tire man from the side of the road and I can not say here what I said to him but I had him send a tow truck at HIS EXPENSE to come get me. I called the plant up in the mountains to send another driver for my tanker of water.
I then climbed back in the truck and then and only then did I EXHALE.
Life on the road is tough on drivers of rigs for they get no respect from other drivers but that day I earned their respect, for had I been a yahoo with no common sense they would not be here and you never would have lived a few moments in the rig with me. Yes I am a female trucker but a damn good one! Do you know the whole time this took place and then the wait that ensued I never saw one State Trooper you see they know me and I am responsible and courteous though at times going over the speed limit back in my trucking days, which is why I always put money back into my business equipment, my RIG, as I asked a lot of her. Now for the rest of the story some day I will finish it and title it THE TIRE MAN, as it is a good one!
A woman was just killed by a tire coming off a rig here in NH and I re-lived this event all over again bet you everyone on the road with me that day just over 13 years ago did too.
PAY ATTENTION not all things are within our power to PREVENT as I sadly learned.
Arizona is far from home for us. We live in the Northeast and this is the Southwest.
For me, a Trucker I always traveled far from home but for the most part I traveled within the United States with a dash into Canada now and then.
This trip was special as the man I loved was not given much hope of a long life so we packed up the old Chevy van with camping supplies and Gold Prospecting equipment we already had and the pup of course and headed west. He had never been past the military base in Texas and that was so long ago for boot camp. He flew in and out of there. So this would be a journey for him but for me it would be like old times, well without the shifting.
We stayed out on BLM land for 6 or 7 weeks till we had to come back for another visit with his doctor. He did not want to go back home least of all for more tests. I missed home and my kitty too much to hide my head in the sand of the desert. We loaded up the old van and said our goodbyes to all we had met and I snapped a few more photos.
We came home to good news much to their amazement. We could once again take out the map from my old trucking days and plan a trip far from home.
The one above, there in my rig, took me to some of the most wonderful places a girl could go.
My home is now filled with LOVE
I swear I appreciate that more than you will ever know.
So I am torn
If I ever came into enough cash, I worry down the road I would leave this place I love.
Never of course until all who call this place home with me have passed on. You don’t hear about too many woman my age running away from home. I suppose he would go with me but it is not fair to ask another to live your dream is it?
You see all the miles I drove my own rig I only worried about me.I went where the loads took me.
Never just one place . I just went. All across this country of ours.
I am a rolling stone in my heart I know this but I try to settle myself the best I can and do things around this place to show how grateful I am but it is hard.
The open road calls to me.
I know I make it sound sort of romantic but for me it is.
I love my country.
I love its people.
I love driving in my own rig and taking pride in the fact I am a female driver and a really good one.
I love waking in a different spot each morning and as I say this to you I also know I love it here. With the man I love so very much and the best Cat and Dog anyone could ever ask for, always laying at my feet or with us in bed.
I have a new family now and a life far from the road well not far, I can hear rigs late at night doing what I loved.
I miss it really bad but maybe an RV and lots of cash and our cat and dog with the two of us, heading down an US highway would be OK, maybe it would take some of the pain away but there is nothing like driving a big rig. It get’s into your blood I swear it does. He told me if he ever hit the lottery he would buy me a new one, you see he knows I am truly a Rolling Stone and loves me enough to want to see me HAPPY.
Well yesterday, the 10th of May, our Hummingbirds finally made it back here to spend the summer with us.
As I sat playing frisbee with JT I had a female hummingbird sit upon the clothes line just to the left of where I was sitting. She looked healthy and I was glad to have just hung fresh sugar-water out for them. The Apple Tree is what I go by. As it had started to look as if it would burst forth in gorgeous blooms, I readied their feeders.
Up here in New Hampshire we have the Ruby Throat variety of Hummingbirds and an occasional Hummingbird Moth visit us. You know I love these little fighters though, I keep learning more amazing facts about them.
So did you know I had just one tattoo? It is in fact a life-size Hummingbird and this was also what I used for a CB Handle. Now the handle was used when traveling cross-country in the tractor-trailer we never used our own names? Did you have a CB and a Handle? I was trucking when Burt Reynolds made Breaker 1 9 pretty famous. Many songs, mostly country ones, have been done all about trucking, highways and roadie. I loved Convoy’s line “Crash the gate doing 98 and let them truckers roll!”
I had some wonderful times driving the night hours out there on the quiet roads of America. I usually drove after we had our evening meal and kept laying down the miles till it was time for breakfast, when the ex and I would switch. He did not want me, a greenhorn, in all the rush hour traffic he figured at night with just other rigs on the road what could happen.
Well let me tell you one of the stories from so long ago. I was heading west and in Kansas and had stopped to grab a coffee to help get me through my 12 hour shift. The road was dark and filled with many wild animals you had to not only watch for but to avoid as well. While filling the thermos for my evening run I was talking with fellow drivers who would be going the same way, WEST. So we followed each other out and got our trucks rolling down the interstate and chatting on our CB’s we all introduced ourselves and they thought Hummingbird was awesome! I told them it was because I was FAST! They loved it and off we went hammer down, (pressing the gas pedal). We gabbed for hours with each of us keeping our eyes peeled for the police as we were not doing 55. Then someone who had the lead suggested we try something he had all his lights on and if you have traveled the United States you know what I mean, LOTS OF LIGHTS on his rig. We truckers have a special name for ones like this, Chicken Hauler. Yes we have lots of nicknames like our CB Handel’s, like your personal car is called a 4 wheeler. So with truck out in front fully covered by tons of lights and the one in the rear of our convoy(a group of MANY RIGS) with its lights on, all of us in the middle had just our marker lights on NO HEADLIGHTS! Yes not to swift, were we night riders of our countries highways, mostly hell raisers and non conformists.
So mile after mile with our radar detectors working over time ever mindful of State Police we continued this way for miles and miles at a very good clip! Then we hear the bird dogs go off(radar detectors had names too) as a trooper was headed east and running his radar and capturing us all speeding but also us dummies in the middle of the convoy running without headlights. Now they run CB’s as well and had been listening to us talk and I was a very young female and they were all experienced truckers and who do you think the cop came for, yes ME! I saw him go into the medium strip and it was such a dip I saw his headlights shining on the sky above. He then came flying up the highway behind us and by now yes all of us had our lights on and speed to about 60 mph but he had locked on to me he said in the end.
So my trucking CB buddies were gone, I was alone except for ex in the bunk sleeping. I was in big trouble! This officer walked up to my driver’s door and told me to come back to his police car. As I opened the door and started down the ladder of our cab-over Freightliner he saw how young I was and ordered me to go back in and get all my PAPERWORK! License and registration book and my Log Book! OH NO I was really in trouble I hated doing logs as I could not do them the correct way as I had been taught to in tractor-trailer school not with the ex.
So with all of this placed on the floor of the cab I climbed down then reached up for all of this and headed back to the waiting officer. I am ordered to get into the back where upon he proceeds to read me the riot act about how I could have been killed. I told him if I had to pay a fine on the spot he would really see me die, at the hand of my ex-husband yes really young and dumb! I was not to speed or play around and I had a CB and Radar machine so there would be no fines! In the end this trooper was very nice and gave me a $20 fine I mailed to them from home. Sadly this was not the last time I drove FAST, like my little Hummingbirds! I too had places to go and people to see.
Happy Mother’s Day to all of you Mom’s! I am going to have my best one yet! It is also JT’s birthday!
It has been a very long time since I looked at this photo. I used to miss this truck so much, then it was the girl I was, who had gone missing.
Let me tell you some background since a few have asked about the days I spent behind the wheel of an 18 Wheeler(this one has 22 ) .
So much happened before I became a trucker, guess you would surmise that, as young girls really did not drive tractor-trailer trucks in the mid to late 70’s, well not in New England especially.
So do I begin here with this time period in the photo or go from the start?
I think I will do this blog from just before the time I bought her till I said goodbye, as there really is an awful lot for this story.
I was divorced in 1995 and as part of the settlement of OUR THINGS I had a choice to make. Let’s see he had already just got rid of the truck he drove, he actually gave it back to the bank with less than a year to pay on it. He was drinking so heavy daily and I could not drive TWO TRUCKS so he did what he did. I insisted we split the days up with him driving my rig(not this one) Monday,Wednesday and Friday which would leave me Tuesday and Thursday and most Saturdays. At the time I was hauling rubbish back and forth from Roxbury, MA to different landfills and trash to energy plants here in New England.
Things were getting worse living with him. I never thought they could get any worse and there came a point when I had the police remove him from the home. I had finally had too much. Lost so much. I signed a restraining order and told them he could come for the rig, with police.
It took a year before the final day in front of the judge. All I wanted was the house, 4 dogs and my 68 Camaro and my Ford Pickup Truck. He could take EVERYTHING ELSE!
In the time I sent him away, I found a job driving for a local company. I was now driving a Dump Truck. Worked 10 hours a day and finally had a life but not much money compared to owning my own rig but I was happy, really happy. I actually looked forward to doing my hair and climbing into that Orange Mack daily.
When the judges final decree was sent he gave me everything I wanted. The house, dogs and vehicles. Now how could I pay the house payment on a weekly paycheck, as an employee, I really couldn’t.
My Dad knew I worked for a seasonal company so he gave me an old 1974 Mack to drive. He paid for the registration and fuel and insurance and I paid him back weekly. I worked that truck for probably 9 months and even put some cash away. The Mack had a lot of issues being so old and finally she just could not go on the road anymore so if I was to truck I had to go shopping and quick!
I had a job to haul containers of beer from the pier in Boston or trailers from the rail yards in Alston. I poured through books and found a place in CT that sold used trucks. I saw the tractor in the photo above and thought she would be a good enough rig for me to begin again. The man who owned the place was impressed with my knowledge of trucks see he threw questions at me to check, I was a female. I had to prove to him I owed nobody anything after the divorce except my mortgage company and that the home was mine and not the ex-husbands. So he put a paper plate on it and told me to take it up to NH and drive it haul a few loads and show it to my Dad to make sure it would be a good choice for me, and then bring him the decree so he could see what the judge had written.
I went straight to my parents home from CT which was just under 2 hours away and showed them what it looked like and then Dad hopped into the driver’s seat and off we went for a test drive just as I had when I was 18 in a car he brought home for me. He liked it and then we switched seats and I drove. It was the first time I had ever taken my Dad with me in a rig, Mom had been several times but now it was time to show my Dad how over 2 mil. miles had made me into an awesome though fearless driver. He loved the ride! He said it looked like a solid truck for what I was hauling and that I drove it like a professional. I could not be happier. He asked if I needed any money and I told him no you see it was $1,000.00 down and a payment each month for 2 years and she would be mine. That was 1996, late in the year.
I hauled the beer and goods for maybe a year then I got antsy I wanted to haul the heavy loads again. This truck did not have a double frame or a wet system. I traded my Camaro for a Wet System which consisted of a pump and a tank which held Hydraulic fluid and hoses and fittings. This poor truck with her big Cummings Motor was going to set out to do the impossible, just as it owner.
I hooked up with old friends and started hauling Bark Mulch from a place in Maine all the way to Cape Cod and places in between. I loved the work and the places they sent me as so many others would hit everything but the lottery in the customers yards that they started to request the Blonde Girl who was a great driver! Everywhere I went I got smiles and waves from people. See I was an oddity still and we were now in the late 90’s.
Bark Mulch was seasonal so I had to find steady work I had not only a home to pay for but a truck. I hooked up with another friend in the rubbish business and started to haul four loads a day for him 6 days a week. I now had Sunday’s to play with the dogs in the yard while the truck was washed and oiled changed for the next week of work.
I hauled garbage till it just became too expensive to keep tires on it with going in and out of a landfills and hooked up with a Spring Water company. It was now 1998 winter again and this would be my first experience hauling a tanker down off the top of a mountain with snow and ice. I was scared, very scared about stopping at that stop sin at the bottom, why do they do that anyway!
I worked that whole winter of 1998 and then in 1999 the real fun began. I never got sleep I just napped in between loads. I hauled 3 to 4 loads of water, weighing out at 103,000 pounds back and forth to bottling companies, you see the country was getting ready for Y2K, which would happen in the year 2000, when the world would change as we knew it. We hauled thousands of gallons of water, as there were 10 other drivers doing the same thing for the company I worked for. Stock piled water filled these places with fear about what would come of the computers of our world and all the machines run by them.
As we all know we were really fine, doom and gloom never came to be. They would have a slow down in production so it was time for a much-needed vacation!
I parked this rig, tanker attached and locked up safe and sound and headed to FL where else would a girl go who loves the sea. I took 3 dogs as one had passed away and the cat and boyfriend at the time and headed to his Aunts place for a little rest. It was while I was there we decided it was where I wanted to be. Get rid of the house go back home and get my rig and start a new life where things were no so hard on me or the equipment. I could find work anywhere. So we left the dogs and cat there with his Aunt and I was heartbroken as I headed north but I would be back in 2 weeks with everything I wanted to start all over again with.
We made it back as planned I left the house for mortgage company to deal with as they refused to take the ex’s name off and set about finding my own place to call home.
So I spent most days in the beginning when we got down to Florida getting caught up on sleep and sun tanning and playing with my dogs, who were now 10. I finally got the bug to really drive again so I hooked up with a company to haul empty cans to bottling companies along the east coast of Florida, you see I loved the Gulf Coast . My rig was getting a much deserved rest as well, loads were so light I had to keep checking in the review mirrors to make sure I still had the trailer hooked to it. Life was GOOD, it really was the best. I was so very happy, finally, the year was 2000.
Well around August I received mail from the company holding the loan on my home. It seems they didn’t want it either and had given it to me free and clear only stipulation was I had to live in it. I was shocked to say the least. They asked me to go back to the home I loved so much in the woods of NH and lock the doors as I had left it cleaned out and spotless with doors unlocked for potential buyers. Now what go back, start again I didn’t want to. I liked it here in Florida but some of my dogs were buried there, it was home. At this point I was tired of making decisions really on my own as the boyfriend at the time was younger than me and OK with me doing it all. Yes I am now sadly aware that was who I was and nothing to do with him.
I decided I would go home alone with him and the pets but no rig. It was an old truck now, pretty and in great shape but not for another season of hard, nasty weather. I placed a For Sale sign in the back window and within days a man approached me and asked if he could check it out which he did and bought it with CASH. I had lots of money to pay his Aunt’s bills up to date, pay my brother cash I owed him and fuel for the van and enough to live on upon getting back to NH where I would also have to put electric on, fill the propane and hook up TV and internet.
We packed everything back into a U Haul, kissed everyone good-bye.
We were coming home.
I miss that truck and the freedom she gave me out on the roads but you see I finally get that there is more than one chapter in this woman’s life.
Time to LIVE IT!
the beginning and the middle will come with time STAY Tuned
Let me take you along my favorite stretch of roadway and you will see NH all decked out in her finest!
One section is 32 miles with NO GAS. It’s OK, I promise not to run out.
Look at those COLORS just up ahead.
I want to show you something that makes NH special
We are spoiled by so many of these bridges, throughout our state.
Let’s check out the river, I did tell you before that there is GOLD here.
OK Jump back in let’s check out a few more spots of color.
Let’s keep our eyes open, MOOSE ARE HUGE!
Let’s pull off and check out the lake
Isn’t it Beautiful here?
OK time to grab a coffee and sit by the river. I hope you liked the ride. This year has
been spectacular to say the least and we still have 1/2 the state yet to hit PEAK COLOR.
Thanks again for coming along on and should you ever decide to visit NH at this beautiful time of the year always check the State of NH website for update on where and when the fall color should be at her best. Make sure your camera has fresh batteries.