This is a bird’s eye view of a few sights we saw on our mini-vacation yesterday and this morning. We traveled almost clear to the Canadian border last night, visually searching “Moose Alley” for moose at dusk. Jim had scoped out this trip, way ahead of time, and was determined to take a few photos of covered bridges (3) and to see a few scenic areas. We have more photos than are shown here, but these are some of the highlights.
Pat liked the tall yellow flowers just outside of the “Columbia Bridge.”
View of river from inside one of the bridges
Jim standing at base of Beaver Brook Falls. A man who was picnicking with his family told us that the falls are a “mere trickle” of what they had been a few weeks ago.
We actually saw two signs that mark the spot of the 45th parallel. The sign is self-explanatory.
This lone duck moseyed up to our car, thinking we might have something to feed her. We saw many ducks and geese at the First and Second Connecticut Lakes in Pittsburgh, New Hampshire.
We had a wonderful touring the area, and went back to the place we were staying which had an outdoor swimming pool. The water was “refreshing” and we both enjoyed swimming and relaxing in the sun by the pool, with nary a soul in sight.
We had intended to stay another day, for the Moose Festival, as they always have a nice little quilt show, and we enjoy so much about this annual celebration (the town of Colebrook’s 18th year in celebrating the event).
However, it wasn’t meant to be. We ended up making the hasty decision to return to Concord, leaving at 7:15 a.m. Here is another covered bridge at Groveton, NH, on the way home, seen in the mist of the morning, with vapors lifting off the river canal’s water.
Notice the bridge’s reflection in the water.
On the way home, we stopped at a rest area and discovered there was a 20 minute hiking trail, just enough to stretch our legs in this old growth forest. Underneath, the canopy of all trees, there were a number of species of mushrooms. This one caught our attention:
Beautiful orange mushroom we spotted along the trail.
At the end of the hike, this huge glacial boulder greeted us.
Glacial boulders
It is always fun to get-away, but I always enjoy coming home for that is truly where my heart lies. With bad weather predicted for the entire weekend, I feel that we were blessed to have perfect weather, fresh air, and cool night temperatures in the North Country of New Hampshire, where life is slow, and everyone seems to get up with the rooster’s call. Hope you enjoyed sharing our minute of bliss.
Patricia Cummings
Quilter’s Muse Publications
