Olympic
Lake Placid, NY 10:42 AM We checked out of the GGT in Burlington yesterday and headed south to Charlotte. Not my Charlotte, but we took Rt. 7 down and drove the car onto the ferry toward Essex. It was a sunny morning and the 20 minute ride gave us a chance to take some great shots. The ferry came recommended by a friend in Rochester. The Essex stop put us very close to the Adirondacks. Our place for the night was in Lake Placid, NY. I should say our city for the night. We didn’t know where we were staying. I was excited to see what an Olympic town would be like. Before we did that, we...
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Burlington, VT 5:22 PM No time, but we are in Borders. Just updated the site. Went on the Ethan Allen III ferry around the lake. Dinner time.
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Burlington, VT 5:58 PM All we can say right now is, “Wow.” We sit in the GGT Tibet Inn in Burlington, Vermont sipping Magic Hat spirits. It’s a long story of how we got here, but I think it is worth telling. The drive from the White Mountain National Forest was rainy, but Hwy. 302 treated us well. We found a breakfast spot, The Coffee Pot in Littleton, NH. The owner’s story is for another time, but worth a read. Two eggs, ham, hash browns, and a cup of joe later, Vermont waited us. 302 turned into Hwy. 2 and then 89. The rain slowed at 89, just in time for the Ben and Jerry’s...
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White Mountain National Forest 10:36 PM After a long night in Portland celebrating Maureen’s completing her med school boards, we got around late today. It wasn’t until after our lunch at 1:00 that we hit the road for the White Mountains of New Hampshire. We said good bye to the highway and drove on 302 toward Mount Washington. Small town after small town passed us by. Some new friends from Portland told us about Pinkham Notch, but the nice lady at the information desk in Conway pointed us in a new direction. Rather than veering off on 16 and up to Pinkham, we stayed on 302 and drove past...
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Kennebunkport, ME 2:02 PM We made it to Ogunquit and struggled to find a parking spot in the beach city. The main street was lined with shops selling paintings and restaurants all advertising lobster. That word caught my eye. And my stomach’s. We found a spot near the beach for $2/hour and immediately heard the ocean hitting the shore. It was grey, cloudy, and in the mid 60′s, but it wasn’t raining, so I took off my sandals and hit the beach. The tides of Maine are more pronounced in any place I’ve been with some levels as much as 10 feet. In this case, the tide was...
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