An overnight flight brought us to Boston where we spent the day visiting friends. This is the Thanksgiving season so we spent the evening in Plymouth, where the pilgrim fathers landed and set up home. In December of 1620!  When the place would have been freezing and probably covered in snow. Ideal conditions to stop and set up. Not like the 20 degrees when we got there so we stay overnight in a most beautiful B&B, with plans to do the tourist seen in the morning. Unfortunately, the morning temperatures have dropped to 8 degrees and falling rapidly. And it’s raining and blowing.

So we head for Connecticut. On the road, temperatures continue to drop. Snow falls. An oncoming car goes into a spin, sails over to our side of the road. We slide by it, with inches to spare, as it comes to a halt in our lane after a full 360 turn. All is well. No one hurt. No damage done. Not like other incidents we pass along the way. Some pretty serious looking. Cars smashed. Ambulances and fire brigades up and down the road. We arrive safely.

Next morning is Thanksgiving. The place is covered in snow but the ploughs have been out since early and the roads are cleared. We walk about a mile to join the crowds watching the annual Manchester road race. This has been going on for 50 years, each Thanksgiving. It’s a very serious race for the few and a fun run for the many. Visiting athletes from around the world compete and up to 15,000 runners, joggers and walkers take part, dressed as turkeys, Santas, superheroes, Wallys, ballerinas, bananas, etc., etc., etc.  good fun.

Off to friends for Thanksgiving dinner party. The sleigh is out front and the huskies are ready.