15 November, 2008

November Visit to Franconia

Missing the sap-scented air of the Franconia woods, I packed my car with leftovers and laundry and headed north on I-93. It's been a gray, eerily warm and blustery day. A day that brings to mind my favorite line in all of literature, Herman Melville's, "a damp, drizzly November in my soul," spoken by Ishmael in the opening lines of Moby Dick. Today the dirt roads of Franconia and Sugar Hill--Bickford, Sunset Hill, Laffayette, and Ridge--were my sea.

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