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 a similar 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.
For 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!