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Doug..you're not in foliage country. Too many oaks, norway maples and sycamores. YOu need to go further north/west to see some color. You're not too far from Live Free or Die New Hampsha.Originally posted by IIC View PostStrange, some areas have all the color I expected while others are half green...Imagine I am a week or two early for the best fall foliage...Doug(IIC)
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Rte 6 across the northern part of PA is considered to be on of the premier fall foliage drives in the country. People do it every year- drive from one end of PA to the other. I have a customer in Irvine, PA which is along rte 6. The rolling hills in the area contain colors from yellow to purple, and if you look close enough on some of the individual leaves, I've even seen a silver like color.Originally posted by Tatnic View PostDoug..you're not in foliage country. Too many oaks, norway maples and sycamores. YOu need to go further north/west to see some color. You're not too far from Live Free or Die New Hampsha.Hide not your talents.
They for use were made.
What's a sundial in the shade?
- Benjamin Franklin
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A few weeks ago we drove back and forth across Pa on I-80...it was beautiful. Sometimes we'll get off the interstate and take some back roads thru the country side...I love those farms and mountains, but then you hit Ohio. Poor Ohio, not much foliage there but it does have lots of asphalt. That has to be the asphalt capital of the world. I also noticed a correlation to the amount of asphalt and the amount of obesity in a state. Talk about male breasts, if you're into that sort of thing you can find it around those malls in Ohio. Sorry to shit on Ohio Billy Joe, we haven't seen the whole state and I'm sure it has its nicer spots.Originally posted by peanuts View PostRte 6 across the northern part of PA is considered to be on of the premier fall foliage drives in the country. People do it every year- drive from one end of PA to the other. I have a customer in Irvine, PA which is along rte 6. The rolling hills in the area contain colors from yellow to purple, and if you look close enough on some of the individual leaves, I've even seen a silver like color.
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What about me???...I'm the one who made the 1000th post...IICOriginally posted by skiracer View PostLou,
Congratulations on your 1000 th post. You have brought a breathe of fresh air to this place. So glad you're here with us. Now if you only skied."Trade What Is Happening...Not What You Think Is Gonna Happen"
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I know that Rob but I'm trying to intersperse some "olde Englishe" spelling into my posts to freshen them up. I opine for the days of olde when writing was so much more stylish.Originally posted by Rob View Post... which stands to reason, considering you've written almost ΒΌ of the posts in this thread.
Ski, breathe is a verb; breath is a noun.
THE SKIRACER'S EDGE: MAKE THE EDGE IN YOUR FAVOR
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LOL...now that's funny. YOu guys are talented. Here's a peom my daughter wrote while sitting on our porch in Stonington, Maine:Originally posted by billyjoe View PostLouetta,
How do you like your thread so far ? Her lips said no, but her hands said yes. Or was it her eyes said yes, but her portfolio said no. Far away an order was cancelled.
-------------billyjoe
Stonington, Maine - 8:27 a.m.
Foghorn stirs the resting gulls
into uproarious laughter.
Their white wings fly open, brush the air
like the twisting skirts of a girl, surprised.
Coffee steam quietly reaches toward the sea.
The sun digs into the water -
chipping away at the surface, it
unearths fireflies and stars alike, which
fly into our eyes.
Each blink snaps like magnets.
The deck's weather-beaten wood scatters its paint
in delicate flakes of ivory and moss.
No one sees them fall.
Peacefulness is the cat of
lingering sleep, its pleasant weight on my chest, paws kneading -
the sound of my mother's toast
crunching in her mouth as she reads the paper -
the lobstermen, coming home
to their joyful dogs.
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Wow! That's great. Brilliant in fact! Thanks for sharin'.Originally posted by Tatnic View PostLOL...now that's funny. YOu guys are talented. Here's a peom my daughter wrote while sitting on our porch in Stonington, Maine:
Stonington, Maine - 8:27 a.m.
Foghorn stirs the resting gulls
into uproarious laughter.
Their white wings fly open, brush the air
like the twisting skirts of a girl, surprised.
Coffee steam quietly reaches toward the sea.
The sun digs into the water -
chipping away at the surface, it
unearths fireflies and stars alike, which
fly into our eyes.
Each blink snaps like magnets.
The deck's weather-beaten wood scatters its paint
in delicate flakes of ivory and moss.
No one sees them fall.
Peacefulness is the cat of
lingering sleep, its pleasant weight on my chest, paws kneading -
the sound of my mother's toast
crunching in her mouth as she reads the paper -
the lobstermen, coming home
to their joyful dogs.
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