My nostalgia comes from a trip to the lake and Mount Washington when I was a child.
Each summer we went to my dad's place of birth, Lanesville MA and stayed there for two weeks with his sister, aunts and uncles.
My mom protested complaining that we rarely went on "real" vacations.
So it was decided that we would go to a HUGE lake and also go atop a HUGE mountain.
The announcement was a few months before the trip so our parents spent that time getting us excited about the trip.
I had received a gift of a 500 piece jigsaw puzzle depicting a beautiful snow capped mountain reflecting in a placid lake.
That was the image that created an expectation of what the lake and mountain would be like.
When we arrived at our lodgings at the Weirs I was not seeing that picture and was disappointed.
My mom had a tooth issue with terrible pain and there was no solution on the weekend.
When we reached the top of Mount Washington via the Cog Railway fog rolled in.
But I am here now living out my retirement years.
I guess a place can overcome first impressions.
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