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Last weekend I accompanied my hubby to New Hampshire for his participation in a 70.3 (more on that later).  It’s been awhile since we’ve done this trip without our two favourite monsters.  Don’t get me wrong, they are terrific car travelers and we love family road trips.  Nonetheless, we knew they were well-cared for by aunty & uncle and having fun with cousins; so, it was relatively (yes, that’s the Catholic girl in me) guilt-free.  It was a treat to have a chunk of uninterrupted time with hubby.  It took me back to our early days of courting, where we racked up many miles driving in New England.   It was a carefree feeling leaving Friday night and not having a hotel booked.  We drove until tired, then found a place off the highway.

The next morning we woke up and took our time meandering through the White Mountains.  Eventually, we made our way to Wellington State Park – Sunday’s triathlon site.  Picked up the requisite race kit and got our bearings for race day.  We then drove to our hotel for night #2 (not swanky, but originally booked for hubby to share with a triathlon buddy).   No matter though, we spent little time there.   We walked over to a nice local restaurant for some carbo-loading for the racer (for me, no excuses for all the extra calories, I just like a nice meal!).  Then, early to bed to get up at 4:20 a.m the next morning!?!  After the race we hopped back in the car and headed back home North on the 93.   It was a whirl-wind weekend.  Something about road trips though – even if short – that is refreshing and rejuvenating.