After leaving Keene (see previous post), we drove another two hours up to Holderness to Alyssa’s family home. The foliage was amazing. People make fun of me, but you have to understand, I am from California and palm trees do not change color. We really don’t get much of a fall.
There is an old cemetery near Alyssa’s house right by the lake.
On a closer look, some of the of the grave stones had rather odd sayings. I was expecting the usual beloved mother etc. This stone read, “She has done what she could.” An interesting take on someone’s life…
I noticed this little flower growing near some of the headstones.
The lake near Alyssa’s house was beautiful and add some foliage to that and I was in heaven.
The next day we went for a drive and ended up at Weirs Beach on Lake Winnipesaukee. With a boardwalk and all, this is apparently a pretty hoping place in the summer. In the fall this area was deserted so it was a little eerie – especially the penny arcade with that typical carnival sounding music.
How cool would it be to have your mail delivered by boat?
The next day we all got up and decided it would fun to go on a hike and get a view of Squaw Lake.
The view from the top was beautiful. So much foliage.
We all made it to the top. And more importantly, we all made it back down again.
New Hampshire was a beautiful state to explore, especially the area around Holderness. Happy weekend everyone! It’s Homecoming weekend here at Wesleyan, so I will be sure to take some photos.
Every now and again you hear about towns across our fine nation that do some crazy, interesting, and ridiculous things. Wesleyan gives us a few days off for fall break and this year I took my friend Alyssa’s invitation and I headed up north to New Hampshire. I asked my friend Diana about her home state of New Hampshire and she told me if it’s October, stop in Keene. So Victor and I heeded her advice and I was really glad I did.
It turns out that Keene is like Star’s Hollow on crack (that’s a Gilmore Girls reference for those not in the know). Keene has an annual pumpkin festival and their goal this year was to have 30,000 pumpkins. Sadly they fell short at around 22,000. But that is still a ton of pumpkins.
The entire town square was lined with pumpkins. I talked with one of the ladies collecting the pumpkins and she informed me that they are chucked after the festival.
See, even a gazebo like on Gilmore Girls. Some people got really creative with their pumpkins. I noticed a set of pumpkins that had a “Stephanie, will you marry me?” carved into them. I don’t know how I feel about being proposed to on a pumpkin because I was just too distracted and overwhelmed by all of the pumpkins.
The pumpkins in Keene are not a joke. Traffic flow slows near the drop off area. Really, I couldn’t make this up if I wanted to.
And then, when I thought it couldn’t get crazier, we found the scaffolding. The whole thing was going to be filled up for the next evening when all the jack-o-lanterns were going to be lite.
Only in America! I also had a pumpkin spice latte this weekend. I like keeping with themes. I’ll post photos from Holderness and Squaw Lake in the coming days. I wish you all dreams of sugar plums and pumpkins.
Last weekend I ended up in the woods of Glastonbury, Connecticut for a Ukrainian activity (don’t ask). It was a lovely fall day to be outside.
On the drive to Glastonbury, I noticed a huge billboard for Exit 23: Rocky Hill. The billboard promised a huge pumpkin patch and a corn maze. I’ve never been in a corn maze (not a very California thing) so I was pretty excited.
The dried stalks of corn that had been planted for the maze had never been harvested so it was cool to rip them open and see what the step before pop corn looks like.
And then we discovered the pit of corn kernels. It was like one of those ball pits that are in front of fast food restaurants but made with corn. You sunk into it completely. Needless to say, I found bits of corn in my room the next day.
Then we finally entered the maze. All I could think about was the movie Children of the Corn (definitely not the best thing to think about while in a corn maze).
The maze was incredibly disorienting (thank God we had a map). But there was this overlook so you could try and find your way out:
After we left the maze it was pumpkin picking time. The hot summer on the East Coast meant that a lot of the pumpkins were already orange. This one was an exception:
The pumpkin patch just kept going. I wonder what they do with all the leftovers?
And these were the designer pumpkins. I thought they were pretty cool looking:
That’s all from New England for now. I’m back to thesis reading!
The last remnants of summer are quickly disappearing. I don’t really mind that much because I’ve really grown to love fall in New England. The beautiful leaves, the crisp weather – I know I will miss this when I graduate. Not too long ago I headed over to Lyman Orchards and picked far too many apples.
Lyman Orchards is in Middlefield which is about 10-15 minutes from the Wesleyan campus. This orchard dates way back and the family still owns it.
When we went, we drove all the way to the back of the orchard and then onto a dirt road and we found an area where very few people were picking. And the best part was that every other row was a different variety of apples plus there were pumpkins and zucchini.
With over eight varieties of apples I may have gone overboard. But that’s okay because then you make apple pie.
I use the same crust as I did for the strawberry rhubarb pie and just thinly sliced the apples and layered with sugar and cinnamon. How all-American. So all and all Connecticut still manages to surprise me. Life at school has been busy. I’m writing a senior thesis and I’ve also been writing this, that, and other things for The Argus. Happy weekend.