Wednesday Travels: From West Chesterfield, New Hampshire to Plymouth, Massachusetts on the Way to Thanksgiving at Plymouth Plantation ~ and a Very Happy Birthday to my Brother!

It’s my brother’s birthday today, so I’m wishing him a happy one! He’s a wonderful brother, and I’m so glad he’s mine! Happy birthday, Ken Haynes!

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We’ve said it so many times on this trip: we’d like to come back and spend more time in certain spots. The Chesterfield Inn in West Chesterfield, New Hampshire is one of those places ~ the historic inn feel, complete with a relaxing 16-year-old cat named Yoda who runs the place. He reminds us of how we feel like we’re moving about now on this trip.

We stopped at Bolton Orchards to get some apples as a snack, and as we crunched on the crisp sweetness, we also said that as much as we say we want to come back, we have to make the time to do it. Travel doesn’t just up and happen on its own, because most of the time I’m feeling more and more like Yoda these days ~ just give me a chair and let me nap while I hope someone will come along and scratch between my ears.

So with firm resolve, we decided a couple of things:

1. We’ll plan for next year’s trip once we get home; and
2. We will make it less than a week (four days with a day’s rest on the returning end seems the sweet spot) ~ we are exhausted.

We also have figured out that we like to fly and ride. We’re less apt to cruise at this point, like we used to do. Cruising is nice, but it’s not what Chaucer described as the travel we like best. We like to see the landscape from the wagon and share the stories on the way to the Tabard Inn. Our next trip will involve a plane and a car, because the changing flavor from place to place (and mostly, in between) is not to be missed.

Here are a few photos from a more touristy spot, but one rich with history.

We’re flying home today, from Boston to Atlanta. I’ll share our visit to Plimoth-Patuxet for the Thanksgiving Dinner in a post over the weekend.