Posts Tagged ‘New Hampshire’

Norwich, Vermont is perched among glorious hills, scenery to send you into a “wow” state – the beauty is unending. Less than three hours drive by car north of Boston will find you heading on Interstate Route 91 and then Route 5 toward Norwich and its many offerings. The beautiful Ledyard Bridge connects a neighboring town in New Hampshire, Hanover, home to Dartmouth College.

Norwich was formerly the home of the well-known Norwich University, until a devastating fire destroyed the campus in 1866. At that time, the university was relocated north to the town of Northfield, another beautiful Vermont town.

With a population of less than three-thousand and five hundred, the town is host to a segment of the Appalachian Trail as it passes south to east through Hartford, Vermont and on to Hanover, New Hampshire. The town center is Norman Rockwell beautiful.

On Route 5, The King Athur Flour Company is located – they sell every baking product you could imagine, plus homemade breads and cakes and a cafe in which to have a wonderful, wholesome sandwich or soup, all while taking in the surrounding beauty and quaintness of the place itself. We always make a King Arthur run when on our way to Quechee to deliver my primitive paintings for sale. Prepare to drool over the many wonderful selections of scone mixes, which are every bit as delicious as the ones we enjoyed for three years in England. They have numerous other baking products available also – we’ve tested many of them and everything comes out as if completely homemade. I’m not an employee of King Arthur – just a fan.

If you are heading toward Vermont soon, especially in April, head on up to Monpelier, the capital, for their fabulous poetry event. Store windows feature poems on posters, a wonderful treat for your eyes and soul, and some good exercise as well.

Vermont is a spectacular state – visit there often :>)

Virginia Young, http://www.southshorewriter.com


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If you’re thinking about a day trip for a great breakfast, shopping at places such as Marshall’s, TJMAXX, antiques shops, book stores and toy shops, Amherst is a great destination. Just about an hour and a half north of Boston, the area is draped in magnificent hills and nicely tended-to roads. It is from Amherst, at an ASPCA yard sale, we became family to our two wonderful rabbits, Henry and Gracie.

For a trip down memory lane and excellent, old-fashioned fare, you won’t want to miss Joey’s Diner – it is on a corner of route 101a and a seconadary road. The place is built on two levels and deocrated in everything fifties, from juke boxes to chrome everything, and children’s ride-in cars are suspended from the ceilings. Every delicious bite offers an invitation to look around.

From: Virginia Young, author of I Call Your Name and By A Thread.

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Are you wishing for a sweet breakfast of delicious pancakes and a treat for your eyes as well? Head north of Boston on Route 93, about one-hundred and fifty miles, or three hours, to Sugar Hill, New Hampshire.

Neighboring the White Mountain National Forest, the town of Sugar Hill was, until 1962, part of Lisbon, New Hampshire. The new town, the second youngest in the state, was named for the vast array of sugar maples dotting its land. The population is less than one thousand.

Nearby Franconia Notch offers you some of the most serenely beautiful scenery as well as an opportunity to walk off those pancakes from Polly’s Pancake Parlor. The charming little restaurant is open weekends only from seven until two. The breakfast is the best, but sandwiches are also available.

I’ll be heading up that way soon to sign my new book, I Call Your Name, available on Kindle, through Mainly Murder Press, or it may be ordered through your local bookstore. A YouTube video is also ready for you to view at: http://youtu.be/yHj5q61VxcA

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Nestled in the White Mountains, with Franconia Notch State Park and near to Loon Mountain for excellent skiing, Lincoln, New Hampshire is the second largest town in the state.

A two hour and fifteen minute drive north of Boston, Lincoln is home to two of my favorite places: The Flume, which is a magical place to take a leisurely hike amidst the most beautiful of foliage and sturdy foot-bridges over bubbling streams and water falls, and Clark’s Trading Post where there are some pretty enchanting and flirtacious black bears. I’ve loved those bears since I was about five – not much has changed in that respect. They perform all on their own, no prodding necessary, appealing to children of all ages.

As of the 2010 census, approximately one-thousand people resided in Lincoln. There are restaurants and places to stay, and lots of open space and woodland places to wander – the town is quietly beautiful.

Settled in 1782, the available timber and water falls created the perfect opportunity for people to operate sawmills and eventually paper products.

Summer is the most perfect of seasons to visit the Flume with its lush greenery and abundance of shade, but year round, the town is striking. Foliage in all of New England is brilliant in autumn – the Flume is bursting with color from late September through late October, and those bears wouldn’t mind a little snack to prepare for a long winter’s nap.

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The quintessential New England town, Woodstock, Vermont, nestled among mountains, rivers and meadows, must surely be one of the most photographed areas anywhere.

Settled in 1761 and named for a town in England, Woodstock grew as its industrial offerings became apparent. The Ottauquechee River ( the name means winding waters ) provided power; it snakes through the region and into the town’s picturesque center.

Walking through the quaint main street, there are shops with everything from handcrafts to toys and books, plus a variety of eating establishments for all ages and preferences. For a luxurious accommodation, the Woodstock Inn cannot be rivaled. It is historic and a graceful establishment in the center of town with the most wonderful old fireplace glowing in its lobby. The place is inviting with its hospitality and Colonial atmosphere.

All within walking distance, the array of interests are also blessed with a picturesque stone bridge, and beneath it, a babbling brook. Along one side of the brook is a bank with picnic benches – it’s a great place for a hot coffee or cider break in the cold, and a sneaky place to enjoy an ice cream cone in the summer. It feels like you’re hiding in that peaceful little spot.

One-hundred and forty miles north of Boston, one-hundred and ninety miles south of Montreal, Woodstock is centrally located in the state, just a few miles from the famed Killington ski area and the world-famous Quechee Gorge.

While Columbus Day Weekend (this year from October 12 to 14 ) is an incredible time in Vermont for wondrous foliage, that is the one time I would advise you to plan ahead if you want to visit Woodstock – the place is literally stuffed with visitors and accommodations are not there without advanced reservations. Autumn is definitely prime time in New England, but Woodstock is serenely beautiful at all times of the year. Christmas there is much like a painting – old-fashioned decorations and spirit dance in the streets. A major point of interest would be the covered bridges easily accessable by walking in town.

Selling my primitive paintings and novels in Quechee, I am there often and find the few more miles to Woodstock well worth the time in going there. I don’t think there’s a prettier route in the world than route 4 from White River Junction, New Hampshire to Rutland. After Rutland, a few miles to the west and you’re in the state of New York. The ride across Vermont takes a couple of hours, depending on how many stops you make. The entire area is a feast for your eyes.

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About one hundred years ago when I was eighteen, I worked at Raytheon for the summer before college. While there, I met and worked with a girl from Milford, New Hampshire. She was going to nursing school in the fall, but was spending the summer in Quincy, Massachusetts with her aunt, while working with me at putting part A to part B. Her name was Leigh, she was turning-heads-beautiful, and didn’t care. She was from a group of people in Milford who had formed a religious community – she was definite about marrying someone from that group and paid no attention to the wolf-whistles from male co-workers. Her life intrigued me enough that a story line stayed with me and about five years ago, I wrote a novel based on a community similiar to hers.
Over the years, I had forgotten where Leigh was from. We are day-trippers and found ourselves in the Amherst/Milford region of New Hampshire about a year ago. I was overjoyed to remember that I was in the town where Leigh had hailed from, now if only I could recall her last name. I couldn’t.
However, Milford is a beautiful town situated on the Sowhegan River. Once a prolific mill area, the town’s name came from the mills and the ford in the river. It is a scenic area with lucious greenery and hills, yet it remains quaint and simple. The main route which runs through Amherst and Milford, 101, is layered with restaurants and shops, everything from TJMaxx to tiny antique stores. It is a place where a weekend could easily be spent with something for everyone.
Milford is also known for its granite products – a granite town in The Granite State. With a population of about 15,000, the town appears to be in great financial shape. Businesses are open, no empty shops or for sale signs, and from Boston north, it is not much more than an hour in travel.
Historically, Milford was known as a prime stop on the underground railway. The pastoral setting of my novel, in which Leigh is present, remarkably resembles Milford. The town and its offerings are well worth the visit.

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One of the most serene and beautiful places in New England is the Shaker Village in Canterbury, New Hampshire.
Twenty miles north of Concord, and about one hour and a half north of Boston, the village, with its humble atmosphere, beckons. It is a pristine place, with white structures dotted on placid land. Every time we visit there, I want to sit down on a rock, or the grass, and just breathe in the peacefulness offered by this immaculate place.
We’ve always enjoyed touring the exterior of the buildings, and one or two of the interiors. The simplicity of their belongings is humbling; it makes me think of ways in which to use every-day objects as tools and as stoic decorations. A visit there is a touch of reality and purity.
Often, we purchase a delicious homemade sandwich and cold drink there and find a place to picnic as we allow our eyes to roam the many acres. I realize now that when I was envisioning a closed society, a quaint yet contemporary community for my novel, By A Thread, the inspiration must certainly have sprung in part from this wonderful Shaker village in rural New Hampshire.
Their food and crafts are worth every penny, and the journey there is more than worth the time and effort.

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