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The search is over (well almost)! Linda has been called by the Starr King Unitarian Universalist Fellowship of Plymouth, NH as their ministerial candidate. We will travel to Plymouth in about a month when Linda will get a chance to preach a couple of sermons, meet the congregation, and then a vote will be held whether to affirm her as the new minster.
The church building is about 30 years old and looks like a church you might expect in the White Mountain region of New Hampshire. The round turret with the high windows gives light in the center of the sanctuary.
This is a picture of the new religious education expansion wing in the back of the church.
Plymouth is about an hour and 45 minutes from Boston, about an hour and a half from coast of Maine, and a couple hours to the Adirondacks. The ski resorts in the White Mountains (and highest point in New England) start about 10 minutes away, as is the northern edge of the Lakes region of New Hampshire. Plymouth is also home to a state university.
Now all we have to do is sell a farm and find a place to live.
It’s not hard to travel through a number of states in the NE.
On the ferry across Lake Champlain, as is the case most of the time, a Subaru is ahead of us.
Near Plymouth, NH is Squam Lake.
Looks a lot like Northern Minnesota, in fact, it is the same rock formation as the North Shore of MN.
The view from our cabin window the morning before heading back to Boston to catch a flight back home.
Can you say windy? It felt almost dangerously windy on top of Whiteface Mountain.
We cheated and took the leisurely drive up Whiteface Mountain instead of hiking 10 miles, but still had to climb up the last 300 feet.
Not that the last 300 feet was a superhighway, but there were rails.
It was a different season on top of the mountain than in the valley.
Fall becomes winter.
The view looking southeast.
Obligatory selfie on summit.
With Lake Placid behind her, Linda is stunned to find out Team USA defeats the Soviet Union 4-3!
Back down, the light from the heavens shines down on Linda.
Taking her pose in a BWCA-like campsite along a lake. Scroll down to see what Linda’s looking at.
Another lake, about a 480 rod portage from the nearest road.
Another day devoted to hiking in the morning and driving in the afternoon.
Yet another “pond” along a trail.
Another view of the pond.
Another pond on a different trail.
A mountain stream showing its fall colors.
Some planty stuff for the flora lovers.
Forr Emma – a gazebo roof gone wild with lichens and moss.
Finally at our resting place for the night, an old fashioned 1 bedroom Adirondack cabin.
After a couple of days in Boston and fortunately missing the hurricane that was a possibility for the coast, it was off to greater New England. First day was in the SE Adirondacks in a cabin on Brant Lake near Lake George.
Linda dutifully signing in the trail log book in case we don’t come out, they know the names of the bodies.
Someone ahead of us had a sense of humor – you’ll see a presidential candidate with the final destination cut off the picture – the White House.
The forest here is spacious and open for the most part.
This was the steepest hike of the trip – about 1400 feet elevation gain – pretty much always up without any switchbacks.
A wonderful mushroom that looked edible, but since we did not have a mycologist aboard, let it be.
Finally the day has arrived for Linda to make the pilgrimage to Boston appear before the Ministerial Fellowshipping Committee to get the green, yellow, or red light to apply for positions as a minister.
We hoped entering on the Red Line was not an ominous sign, nor the downpour which closed down the red line shortly after we exited.
Later, we met up with another of Linda’s fellow seminarians. In the background is a spot on the Freedom Trail – King’s Chapel – the oldest Unitarian Church in the U.S. Another night we did attend services there as well.
Evidently the forbearers of the American democracy did not feel compelled to use particularly religious symbols on their tombstones as this motif was the most common in the graveyards that included the Revere’s and John Hancock among others.
Linda as she happily exits the MFC interview with a green light to move ahead!
Who has more patience?
Up on top of telephone pole.
At bottom of pole.
Squirrel get antsy, takes a flying leap about five feet from the ground and makes it to a tree.
Had a chance to see the bro’s band this weekend.
They played at the “Pallet Party” in North Oslo MN.
The paryt has evolved over the years – from a bunch of marines getting together once a year, to a two day blowout with live music, lots of food, beverages, fires, and more.
The band with namesake Gus – a black bulldog.
Gus enjoying the limelight. The band was named following a wedding reception where the bride and groom could only afford a short list of open bar patrons, so the close friends and family who went to the bar and said “Gus sent me” got free drinks.
Brother Kraig on lead vocals.
Sister Julie checking out the dairy bulk cooler with assorted beverage. Was good to see the siblings and get an earful of Gus Sent Me!
A few years ago I “accidentally” found a wood strip canoe for sale on Craigslist. I was actually trying to sell a canoe, not buy one.
But I found homemade this strip canoe that had been sitting in a shed for over 20 years, protected from weather and UV light. It was love at first sight.
After a bit of rigamarole to get it licensed (many thanks to the mother of the owner for handling all the paperwork), we finally got it out on the water.
It is a work of art – here is some of the detail inside the canoe. I think it would look great on a lake near a cabin someday!
A sunflower popped up inches from the kitchen window.
Mr. Goldfinch pulls seeds out of the sunflower and places them on the “table.”
And then proceeds to get the meat out of the nuts. A great addition to doing the dishes!
Last year, we replaced a few tired rows of raspberries with strips of native prairie.
The general rule of thumb is that the new prairie plantings look pretty weedy and not very good looking the first few years.
But true to form, there are signs of prairie plants peeking through the weeds – like this purple coneflower.
And these coreopsis.
and some silky prairie clover.
and a bit of mountain mint. Later in the season, it will be interesting to see how the late-season grasses appear.
Very few things beat the scent of a freshly-cut hayfield.
The neighbor took a cutting off the back pasture as we don’t have enough animals to keep it mowed down this summer. It is rather novel to be able to walk anywhere in the pasture again.
It’s time to harvest the alliums!
The barn smells wonderful with the garlic drying up in the loft.
The first crop of onions are also just out of the ground.