Category: United States
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It’s raining here and I’ve been sitting inside looking at Zillow, mooning over a cheaply priced farm in the upper snow belt, with the full knowledge that I have never raised cows, sheep, goats, chickens, or bees. I’m also fully aware that several years of Boise’s and Denver’s mild winters have made me forget how…
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I touched seaweed and let its slimy tendrils slip through my fingers, explored its air filled buoyancy bladders/pods, peeked at the marine world living beneath it all, and found it fascinating. This is a big step for someone who could barely stand to touch cooked spaghetti for decades. The Atlantic was just a short walk…
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Summer is over. We’re overnighting at Sebago Lake State Park in western Maine, next to a beautiful beach that deserves more time than we’re going to give it. We watched a few big rigs struggle to park this afternoon, thankful again for our compact setup. It feels a little strange having so many campers around…
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“This is absolutely not a haunted inn,” I told myself as we walked to our room at the Brandon Inn last month. “Yeah right,” my lizard brain said right back. When pressed to give my opinion on the topic of ghosts, I fall into that boring camp of disbelievers. I admit to being more open…
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Since we’ve visited SO MANY forts the past year, a minimal pass with some of my favorite visuals should suffice. As expected, we learned some new and interesting things along the way. *** Side note: Tonight as I was sitting at the entrance booth (one of us does that from 5-7pm W-Su), I heard rain…
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*** We passed the 1 year anniversary of living in the HMS Beangle on Sunday and it feels so natural by now that we didn’t even remember until well into yesterday afternoon. I want to say a very public and loud Thank You So Much to Joe & Chris for their support in letting us…
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Yesterday we drove an hour and a half to Derry, NH, to see an early home of the American poet, Robert Frost. It was closed. We ate lunch and then we drove all the way back. 3 hours. For nada. Just in case you’re tempted to idealize our existence from time to time. So I’m…
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When I was in elementary school, the day after Labor Day always brought two unsharpened Ticonderoga #2 pencils, an unopened box of 8 Crayola crayons, and a fresh Pink Pearl eraser from my public school teachers. How or where the teachers got these supplies for their working class students never crossed my mind, but looking…

