Perry'S Motel & Cottages
How has this motel rated in the past?
- Swimming pool
- Free parking
TripAdvisor Reviews Perry'S Motel & Cottages Intervale
Travel Blogs from Intervale
... people in the diner each had huge meals and an enormous bowl of chips with the required bottle of pop. To say obesity in this neck of the woods is rampant is an understatement. Billy-Bob also had a bit of a weight problem and we could see where all his profits were going. He was also wearing his best tracks-dacks and as he had this huge belly they didn't go as high as they should. He would have made any Aussie tradie proud when he bent over.
Rosie's next find was ...
... and people are getting the beach towels out. She laughed in our faces when we asked her if she was too cold and preferred to move somewhere warmer like Florida.
She has been living in the Northeast for her entire life, interestingly enough in West Hartford, Conn., which is the next town over from where I grew up. Kelly's niece Beth flew from California to New York and drove the two of them to Maine.
Kelly is a bit of a rebel. On Wednesday, she ...
Day two was a little bit like day one, and I have no problem with that.
It was another early start to the day, however this morning came with a few more aches and fatigue than yesterday. No matter, we were determined to be the first on the lift and get first tracks.
We ate our breakfast quicker than usual to get to mountain as fast as possible. We thought the first chair was at 8:00 a.m., so ...
What a glorious day to not be taking the T into work. No offense Boston, but Bethel, Maine knows what's up.
I opened our balcony door with a hot cup of coffee in hand and took a breath of that cold, fresh Maine air. It smelled like chimney smoke and opportunity. There was a dusting of snow on the ground from the night before, fresh powder waiting for new tracks.
We ate breakfast to the sounds of Vivaldi and Chopin (could have ...
... of tonight’s dinner! We’ll find something in the refrigerator to accompany it. We both have memories of freshly picked corn from when we lived in Lexington, Massachusetts outside of Boston – not far down the road from our duplex was a corn field and farm stand – it was the sweetest corn we’ve ever had! Those memories ricochet to another place we lived – ...