A person is a lucky duck to have a birthday in October and live in New England. It’s as if the whole scene is having a rainbow confetti party in your honor!
This weekend I celebrated my thirty-first birthday in a sweet, rural, rented lake house in New Hampshire with my husband, his burly male friends, and a whole bunch of BBQ meat.
A fire crackled constantly in brick fireplace, we mushed together s’mores, and the menfolk ran races and fished fruitlessly. I had the shakes from Internet addiction withdrawal (there was hardly even cell reception, let alone WiFi), but also shook with happiness from the natural beauty all around!
Ahh yes, nature! Nature, I had shamefully forgotten about you! I’d forgotten your fresh smell and your lack of highway noise and jackhammer rat-tat-tatting! (Did I mention that in Boston we live next to a major highway which is currently under construction every night at 1am?)
So for both you and for me, reader, I set out each of those three days in New Hampshire to document the glorious setting. Stay tuned (in the free minutes I have between prepping for the fabulous Meet, Plan, Go! Career-Break Travel Conference on 10/16) for pictures to knock your socks off and send you running for the hills! (In a good way.)
Questions for you, oh Reader: What place, voyage, or moment has made YOU remember nature? What is YOUR ideal birthday destination? Are you a fan of leaf-peeping?