Halloween in Lambertville

30 October 2011

Going to Lambertville for dinner and to see the decorations on Union Street was Terry's idea.  He came up with it towards the end of last week, before there was even a possibility of snow in the forecast.

Dale and Sean picked us up late in the afternoon.  Our plan was to give Dale and Jack a used book store fix before dinner.  I guided them through my usual route to Lambertville, one that avoids Route 29.  Traffic was light on Route 31.  Sean and Dale gaped at the snow-covered farm fields that line the hills of 518.

We were almost there, just about to make the descent into the city, when the barricade stopped us.  Switching into biker mode, I turned us around and directed Sean back to Mount Airy-Harbourton Road.  "I can show you Dinosaur Hill," I said. 

But we didn't get that far.  Just past Rock Road we encountered another barricade.  So I directed us left onto Rock, figuring we'd take 518 still further east and try again.

But we didn't get that far.  Halfway down the road we met with another barricade.

We turned around, crossed 518, and headed down 579.  We turned right onto Pleasant Valley-Harbourton.  The road was loaded with gravel.  As pebbles pinged off of the wheel wells, Sean professed a sudden craving for popcorn. 

We turned onto Valley.  I almost took us up Goat Hill but I had second thoughts.  We turned onto 29 instead, arriving in Lambertville with 20 minutes to spare before meeting the rest of the group.

So, instead of looking at books, we looked at ducks and geese along the towpath.

The lead duck is going as a punk for Halloween.

The spillway near the sewage treatment plant:

Lawn chairs next to the plant:

Our fashion-forward duck again:

Snow on posts at the edge of the towpath:

Carved pumpkins on the patio of the Inn of the Hawke:

Now this is a carving!

We were too late to see the high-heeled drag race in New Hope, so we wandered over to Union Street to look at the decorated houses.  Last year, Terry told us, the neighborhood was lit up on Halloween. 

We were here a day early.  Most of the block was dark.  Terry, Dale, Sean, and Jack stopped walking.  Terry, Cheryl, and I went on one more block.  The yard we were looking for was in darkness, but the flash on my camera provided all the light we'd need to show the others what they'd missed:

This little guy is my favorite:

Now, I know all you out there have seen the next picture, but for the six of us left on the planet who still don't do Facebook, here, for your viewing pleasure, is the barfing pumpkin.   We did not see this in Lambertville: