New Hampshire

I am so glad I brought my grandma’s old patchwork quilt with me to the White Mountains of New Hampshire in June 2016. I camped at Campton Campground for a week and although I had a warm sleeping bag, one night it started to snow, so I lugged the heavy quilt on top of me, put my stocking cap on, and did not move for the rest of the night. I remember only one other occupied campsite that night.

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This was my first trip to the New England states and I remember the denseness of the forests to be intriguing. The cloudy, misty days added a sense of mystery to the hikes. New England is a very old part of America and I wondered if I disturbed any spirits.

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When I left home at age 18, my father gave me his old Coleman camp stove that he used since the 1970s. I used it for about 10 years when it finally died while in New Hampshire. The end of an era. I drove to Plymouth and bought a new one. Not the same quality.

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On my last day in the state, the sun peeked out from the cloud cover near Kancamagus Pass.