New England Trip Part 2: New Hampshire & Vermont

"Two roads diverged in a yellow wood..." 

Drove and walked, through lots of beautiful yellow, red, orange, green woods today!  We saw a sign about Robert Frost but we didn't stop.

We left Maine and drove across New Hampshire and a good portion of Vermont.  We didn't do anything in New Hampshire but it was the best leaf peeping of the trip.

Highway traffic minimal.  Rural.  Got off at Sharon, Vermont.  Stopped to get gas and had to walk across the street to the town common.  Every little New England town has a few cute churches, a gazebo and a war memorial.  Just like a Norman Rockwell town.

One of my favorite pictures from the trip!

Notice the gazebo to the left.  I'm not exaggerating!

I saw maybe 2 blah houses the whole trip. I loved the old architecture!

Drove down a small road to see this!

They were leaf blowing the road as we came onto the property which made us laugh really hard when we drove through it. The property included the cutest LDS church building I've ever seen and a camp.

The outline of the old Smith cabin where he was born.  The door step stone is original and the hearthstone is in the visitors center I believe.

We bought the same jacket in 2 colors for this trip!  We've bought similar clothes our whole lives.

38.5 feet tall one foot for each year of Joseph's life.  Can't remember if that's just the top part or including the base...  The story of them hauling this down the road and from where it was quarried was interesting and hard.

Visitor's center on one side, the missionary's house on the other.  Kind of an isolated spot.  They don't get much traffic in the winter.  

At lunch at a picnic table listening to the music they have on speakers around the property

We took a little walk up the Solomon Mack home and the old Turnpike Road and a little stream 

We didn't hike to the top of Patriarch hill

It was a beautiful spot.  Now Marti and I have been together  to Joseph Smith's birthday place in 2017 and the place he died in Carthage and where his is buried in Nauvoo in 2003 when we drove out to Missouri when Lia was born.