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16 days, 11 states, one heckuva time
Edenton, NC
Rehoboth Beach, Delaware
Philladelphia, PA
Providence, RI
Plymouth Rock, MA
Boston, MA
Salem, MA
Portland, ME
Lincoln, NH
Manchester, VT
Harrisburg, PA
Hershey, PA
Gettysburg, PA
“Another poon dream splintered on the rocks of reality.” --Peepod 07-25-2017
Wilson, NC
Home to Whirligig Park, a one of a kind art park in downtown historic Wilson created by one of its own residents to attract people to the town. Its certainly a site to see on a windy day. All the little parts move and bend with the slightest wind. Its really a site to see and a fun time for the family. We happened to be there during their Oktoberfest party and it looked like everyone from the town was there. Plenty of frauleins and lederhosen and beer and music.
Edenton, NC
A quaint little NC town with lots of local history and home to some great little shops and a lighthouse dating back to 1886, available to tour with a great view of the water.
For those that have never done it, its worth your while to experience going through the Chesapeake Bay Tunnel under the Chesapeake Bay. We did this to get to our next destination, Rehoboth Beach, Delaware. Home to a great old boardwalk dating back to 1873 with tons of bad for you food and great little shops.
On to Philly to try each of the “claimed” places to have originated the Philly Cheese steak. Pat’s and Geno’s, both across the street from each other and its hotly debated:
What do you need to know? Don’t bother with either one; both are substandard to others that have perfected this delicious sandwich. “Jim’s Steaks” is the place you want. Trust me. Very cool landmarks though.
A random oddity
And no shortage of these were consumed:
From there, we strolled through mountain town after mountain town. Lincoln, Lebanon, Weston, Manchester to Arlington. We stayed in Arlington, VT at a converted Bed and Breakfast Inn that was formerly Norman Rockwell’s home. The wife could not have been more excited.
Yes, I flyfished. No, I caught nothing!!
Rockwell’s studio where he painted some of his most famous works…all the “freedoms” were painted in this very spot.
In Manchester is the Flagship Orvis store where they have trophy sized brown and rainbows just lazily swimming around waiting for people to hand feed them.
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Thanks for taking the time to put that together…Great story very well put together…
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I really enjoyed this, thank you. As some of you may know, I’m from Western NY and moved here from Northern NY. It’s probably the most beautiful place in the country in early Oct. My wife and I were married in early Oct near the Adirondack park during peak foliage. I don’t get back there much any more so it was nice to see all these pics.
Its only a quick trip up the coast Opti!
I’ve fished several great North American River systems from the Blackfoot River in Montana to the Kenai in Alaska for big salmon and the Battenkill in Vermont is right up there with them. Its not uncommon for anglers to pull 20+ inch brown trout out from it. Certainly worth bringing your waders and sparing a day of walking on slippery rocks in pristine country if you’re around.
Next time, I will hire a guide. I get lots of satisfaction out of figuring it out on my own, but when that’s unsuccessful, its discouraging. But how bad can it be? I’m fishing in waters that Norman Rockwell waded throwing a dry fly. Nowadays, people are using big streamers and catching big heathly brownies.
“Another poon dream splintered on the rocks of reality.” --Peepod 07-25-2017
It’s funny, the entire time I lived in that area, fly fishing never really crossed my mind. In the neighborhood I grew up in, a cranky old man had a pond that was actually a dammed up tributary of Lake Ontario. This pond had the most aggressive largemouth I’ve ever seen to this day, and we used to climb a tree and see a mysterious fish rising and gulp air every 10 min or so. It was in a deep pocket where the main flow was in the middle of the pond. Well, one day my buddy Casey caught it! We knew it was a trout but thats about it. In hindsight it was a giant, in my memory about 26" brown trout. Sad part was he released it by trying to throw it toward open water and it landed in the heavy weed mat and dove down into it and most likely suffocated by getting stuck. Even then we were pretty upset about it.
My cousins still live in Rochester, and are avid fly fishermen. They have a binder full of pics of huge steelhead they have caught on spey rods.
Anyway, I digress…
Let’s go fishing sometime. I no longer coach track, but I’m about as busy as ever…
Thanks for sharing your trip. I couldn’t make it to the end of the street with my wife in the car.
That’s hilarious…
I bought my wife a Kindle fire a few years ago. Best $200 I ever spent . She reads a lot. She reads anywhere from 5 to 10 books a month.
She tells everyone she can’t stand to watch my driving so she keeps her nose in a book. Yeah she occasionally thinks there’s a brake pedal on the passenger side…
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