MIZMARILYN'S MISSIVES

MIZMARILYN'S MISSIVES... THE MANIACAL MUSINGS ON THE MEANDERINGS, MISADVENTURES, AND MISHAPS OF A MISGUIDED MISCREANT...

Friday, October 06, 2006

Live Parking Only....



No live parking’s better half... This is one weird state!

Next we come to New Hampshire...



The New Hampshire Welcome Rest Area...



I played tourist today. I headed up into New Hampshire for a while, and then headed to the coast to Newbury, the site of the first Coffins in the new world. It was a fun day (I had breakfast at.... wait for it... CRACKER BARREL). It turns out that there are 4 Cracker Barrel restaurants in Massachusetts. The only change from their southern neighbors was the clientele. A sharper accent and some occasionally needed manners was all I saw that set this one apart from the others.



New Hampshire has some beautiful places, of course, but in order to see the full change of colors, I would have had to go a lot further north. Although those vistas are extremely noteworthy, I am just as fond of the mix of green and gold and red and orange and... well.. pink. The turning of a corner and a burst of color hitherto unseen is a joy every time.

I love the little ‘garden’ stores around here. Pumpkins are in full array, but the only flowers you see to plant are crysthanthamums. Apparently they are the only things that will survive, either until snow or through it... i haven’t figured that out yet. So each little store only has two things.. pumpkins and ‘mums. Colorful, but limited...



Alucard and Mrs. Alucard (the smart one, as he claims) are coming out here so we can go to lunch tomorrow. I’ve found a super little restaurant that used to be an old farmhouse.... 1800’s. I wandered in today to see if they would be open, and it looks quite nifty.. nifty... a word used frequently along with quaint around here.

It’s fun for me to see the changing colors and little house porches with Halloween or fall decorations. Even though I’ve never had that, there is a yearning this time of year that always surprises me. Until the... oh... third snowfall or so... (grin)



And, of course, on the way to Newbury, the Atlantic Ocean...

4 Comments:

At 4:58 PM, Anonymous CanalGal said...

So does that sign mean you are NOT allowed out of your car? This is one confusing -ass state.

 
At 5:58 PM, Blogger Infamous Angel said...

Yep... although, to make things even MORE delightful, there were people in cars in the no live zone (now admittedly, I didn't check to see if they were dead) and NO ONE IN THE LIVE ONLY ZONE...

 
At 11:19 PM, Blogger bonho said...

They're obviously just putting up those signs to fuck with people's heads. Oh, those contrary Mass-holes.

 
At 3:43 AM, Blogger pfs said...

Signs, signs, everywhere are signs, clogging up the scenery.....
It would really be cool if you last name was "Live". You'd have permission to park wherever!

I admitt I love Cracker Barrel too! They have the best chef salad in the world. I know it ain't country cooking, but that smoked turkey and ham is wonderful. And it's big too. You know me and Peebs likes 'em big!

Take care and have some more fun. And thanks for the pc. I'll be heading that way before long.

 

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