Category: Travel

slowly catching up

July 2nd, 2011

I am slowly catching up with all my work. One more week and I think I should be able to turn into a normal person who doesn’t work from 8am-11pm every day. I think. Trying to find the calm in life.

I want to go back here:

We left the river (previously posted) and drove down the mountain. As we reached the bottom we saw some gorgeous trees and stopped to take their picture.

We drove along and suddenly came upon a lake. The sun was just setting and the best trees of the trip lined the lake, waiting for us. It was amazing. Absolutely took my breath away.

I took a picture of the gas station because it has the name of the city Darek grew up in:

We had a fancy candlelit dinner at a yummy Italian restaurant:


And this concludes my New England Trip photos. It was an amazing trip. I’m so sad it was so short! I hope we can do it again someday, but with a lot more time.

We stopped at one end of a parking lot and I practically ran to the other. I was following the light and it did not disappoint.

We drove along the Kancamagus highway in New Hampshire to check out the foliage, and made a stop to take a short hike to Sabbaday Falls. I loooove hiking; it reminds me of growing up in New England, and I miss it terribly, especially in the Fall. It warmed my heart to make this little hike on our trip, and with special friends, it was even more awesome.

We were actually a little late for the peak foliage, but we saw several gorgeous trees here and there:

Taken from the car (I was not driving):

At a scenic lookout:

The beginning of our hike:

The hike was so beautiful:

This pretty much sums up the day:

Oops; sucks to be whoever left these here:



Driving back down the mountain:

When I was a kid, we sometimes went to Parker’s to eat pancakes. It’s actually called “Parker’s Maple Barn,” but I remember hearing it being called Parker’s Pancake House. That may just be my awesome mom mixing up her words, but it’s what it will forever be ingrained in my brain as. It’s a place I associate with Fall, and New England, and family and friends. And just good times in general.

What I remember most is not the pancakes (I don’t really like pancakes all that much) but seeing the maple syrup come out of the trees. It was magical.

Though, in all fairness, I also remember that their blueberry pancakes were the first pancakes I ever declared to be “actually ok.” So I guess that counts for something. Actually they were good.

We met up with our special friends Janine and Denise and we ate pancakes. Like old times.

First, a photo of what Darek did that morning:

And here’s Parker’s in the lovely morning light:

Martha and Denise awaiting the arrival of breakfast:

Even the lights are on board with the breakfast motif:

Some plastic leaves attached to the window, in case the real ones aren’t enough for you:

My apple cinnamon pancakes, accompanied by some breakfast potatoes:

Darek’s a lumberjack and he’s ok:

Special friends:


A rare photo of us:

A little more natural:

Leaves and stuff:

Dam lighthouse down the road:

Darek fights the lighthouse:


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