February in New Hampshire

Last month, Mary Beth, Maureen, Ma, Pa, and Anna spent a cozy winter weekend in New Hampshire. A few snapshots:


Welcome to Boston.IMG_0251

Entering the White Mountains, with Mary Beth as our trusty guide.IMG_0265

Making a pit stop in Switzerland … er, the Mount Washington Resort in Bretton Woods, NH.IMG_0268 IMG_0271 IMG_0273 IMG_0278 IMG_0279

Pa looking like a kid in a candy shop in the room where the 1944 Bretton Woods Conference took place. Nothing like some monetary policy history to excite this one.IMG_0280 IMG_0281 IMG_0287 IMG_0288

Arriving at the Adair Inn …IMG_0289

just in time for afternoon tea!IMG_0290 IMG_0293 IMG_0294

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Pa pretends to be a penguin while snowshoeing.IMG_0314IMG_0318IMG_0329

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Pa literally falling on the floor with laughter while overhearing a phone conversation Maureen was having with the owner of a dogsledding company. IMG_0335

Of course, we had to make a stop at the longest candy counter in the world, in Littleton, NH.IMG_0337IMG_0342IMG_0346


Sweet little Valentine’s Day treats from MB.


Followed by an incredible four-course Valentine’s Day dinner:

Every dish was delectable. Here, Ma and Pa opt for the heart-shaped dessert.

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Our nightly after-dinner drinks ritual in Mary Beth’s room a.k.a. “the Party Room.”IMG_0356

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After drinks, Maureen and Mom started a rowdy game of pool in the inn’s basement.


Trying to bundle up for another day of -20 weather.IMG_0379

A quick detour to Robert Frost’s home. We applauded Ma as she perfectly recited “Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening:”

Whose woods these are I think I know.   
His house is in the village though;   
He will not see me stopping here   
To watch his woods fill up with snow.   
My little horse must think it queer   
To stop without a farmhouse near   
Between the woods and frozen lake   
The darkest evening of the year.   
He gives his harness bells a shake   
To ask if there is some mistake.   
The only other sound’s the sweep   
Of easy wind and downy flake.   
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,   
But I have promises to keep,   
And miles to go before I sleep,   
And miles to go before I sleep.

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One day of snowshoeing exercise was enough for me. So while everyone else braved the cold and snow for more trailblazing, I stayed by the fire …


One of the best parts of the weekend was hurrying downstairs at 8:30 a.m. every morning for an full, warm breakfast. We were always the first guests to arrive and the last to leave. An assortment of dishes:IMG_0399IMG_0402

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Everyone deemed this to be the best granola and yogurt ever.
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photo (77)I tried to convince everyone that this was a sign we should all forget work and keep driving on to Montreal when the weekend was over. Alas it didn’t work.

While Ma and Pa did continue on to Montreal, Maureen, Mary Beth and I sadly returned home.

Thanks to Mary Beth for organizing such a wonderful winter weekend!

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3 thoughts on “February in New Hampshire

  1. Have to be grateful for a family who will come and spend weekend with you in Bethlehem New Hampshire when it is 26 degrees BELOW zero. Not all families are made out of such hardy stock. Helps to have a fire place in every room in the Inn.

  2. This looks amazing! I want to join next time!

  3. Pingback: Spring Weekend in Fort Myers, Florida | trips

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