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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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By mistake, I hit the wrong button on my computer and it sent my Quechee piece before I could edit. It’s kind of a mess – I’m very sorry, and I also didn’t get to post my tags :>( I’ll try that now.

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Every Saturday morning we look at the weather and decide, do we play today or Sunday? I have a motto I live by, “Don’t Postpone Joy”. One weekend day we do chores, the other, we try to visit some wonderful place. We’ve been in a serious car accident, battled cancer and won, heart surgery and won, and I, as a pedestrian, was nearly squashed by a car spinning out of control during a bank robbery police chase. I know about sudden death, so every opportunity for fun/joy is appreciated.
This past Saturday, the destination was North Conway, New Hampshire. I sold my primitive paintings at the beautiful Handcrafter’s Barn in the center of town for nearly twenty years. The place is still there, owned by a young couple, Lisa and Ben, and their adorable dog, Cornbread. If you decide to go to this wonderful craft shop, give yourself an hour or two – there’s lots to see.
Aside from being “outlet heaven” for shoppers, North Conway is picturesque no matter which way you turn. To the north and west, the White Mountain State Forest awaits for those who enjoy hiking or photography or both. To the east, Maine taps you on the shoulder offering an opportunity to visit them as well.
With a population of less than three-thousand, North Conway seems like an old-fashioned glimpse of America, maybe the way we would all prefer it to be.
If you’re an e.e.cummings fan, you might find it interesting that the poet summered in North Conway and died there in nineteen sixty-two.
About two and a half hours north of Boston, we do it easily in a day, but there are numerous hotels and bed and breakfast places in which to stay. The quaint town is a point of interest – absolutely a jewel which New England is proud to claim.

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