New Hampshire, Vermont, New York

So, I've done a lot of driving in the last couple of days, even though it was only about 280 miles, it's slow going in this mountainous region. After staying on an apple farm last night, I headed through Vermont, and made it into New York State. I stopped in New Hampshire, in the town of Kenniker, where I found an old historic covered bridge. It was not an easy find, but eventually I located it. There's something so special about walking across a wooden plank bridge so tiny, and narrow, that most vehicles would not fit through it these days. Maybe only horse carriages.

Along with stopping to get some more blueberry wine, I wound up at yet another orchard farm, near Albany, for the night. It's a quiet spot except for the crickets, and cicadas, along with a white picket fence around the farm. As long as you can get past the ripe farm smells of either cows, sheep, or goats, then you're good to go in this peaceful environment. I am the only rv here, as a member of "Harvest Hosts," which is a membership where you can stay at vineyards, museums, and farms. I am working with the owners of this app, to see if they would consider adding artist studios as part of the network.

I know that autumm is around the corner here. Each bend in the road shows me spectacular colors of the yellow, orange, and red palette. There were so many places that I wanted to pull over to take photos, but just not a safe place to do so. I know that I am going to miss a good portion of fall, so special to this area, but I am glad that I had a little glimpse of it for now.

I probably have the best cell reception ever right now, since the tower is literally right in front of me. So I better take care of all the surfing that I'm going to do tonight, as the reception has always been very spotty. I am hoping for a cooler night, even though it was pretty hot today. Heading further into New York state by tomorrow.

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