New England in September

For my first solo vacation, I elected to go to New England, where I could pick up three different states in three days! So I flew into Manchester, New Hampshire, picked up a rental car, and drove to Concord to find my hotel. The Yahoo directions were precise, but the streets were not marked well, so I had a long tour of the city of Concord before I finally found it. After settling in, I got out again, and had even more trouble finding the restaurant I had selected. But it was a good beginning once I got there.


The Red Blazer is apparently a term for a red fox, since that is the icon of the restaurant and pub. I ordered a seafood chowder and an order of stuffed mushroom caps and knew I was in New England when the waitress asked if I wanted the "chawder" first, or both together. It was exquisite, so I didn't really even want the mushrooms. Took those "home". The hotel room is very comfortable with a microwave and mini-fridge along with the standard coffeemaker, so I picked up some Diet Coke and breakfast bars on the way back after dinner.


Monday morning, after an indifferent breakfast at the hotel - coffee and English muffin were ok, but both the scrambled eggs and the sausage tasted a bit off - I hit the road for Vermont. Wish I had better maps or a GPS. I spent a lot of time on back roads - some I meant to but some I definitely did not. So it took me almost two hours to get to Vermont.


I really love driving in mountain country, where the highways have been carved out of the mountain leaving huge walls of granite along one side, stone in multicolored layers with trees or grass growing on the top sides. Sometimes, there will be a tumble of stone left in the median as well. It's impressive, but with no place to stop and photograph it, it remains something I just have to remember.


Equally amusing are the various road signs that are different from those seen in Michigan. "Falling Rock" probably isn't funny, but rather a bit alarming. "Moose Crossing" was promising, but so far I have not seen one. I wouldn't want to meet one too early. But the one that I thought was most interesting is the New Hampshire state law that said "Buckle up Under 18". That means, apparently, that the law doesn't require people over 18 to wear seat belts. I also noticed motorcyclists without helmets, so that recalled me to the "Live Free or Die" concept. It seems a bit odd to me, but so be it. I still wear my seat belt.


Just over the Vermont state line, in White River Junction, I paused for lunch at a Chinese buffet. Not the greatest food, however. Can't win them all.


I ventured down Rt 4 to find a state park which was labeled on the map, and even before I got there I found a reason to stop. At Quenchee Gorge State Park, there is a trail up and down the gorge. You can follow it upstream to see a dam, or go over the highway to view down the gorge. I took some pictures and had a nice walk up and down the trail.


Then I headed back to Concord and the hotel for a nap. Sticking to the highway system made a difference as I got back within an hour.


Day two, I slept a bit later and got on the road at around 9. I drove south to Manchester then east to the NH coast (before getting here, I didn't know they had any coastline), then north along the coast into Maine. It was great going over the state line - the border is Portsmouth Bay, and the bridge that goes over the bay on Route 1 is a drawbridge, but not a type I had ever seen before. There was a line of cars waiting while a ship went through, and I saw the bridge was actually an elevator - it lifts a section of highway straight up until there is clearance for the ship, then the counterweights go up as the highway goes back down. Then the gates go up (like railroad crossing grates) and the lights turn green and everyone goes.


From the bridge on Highway 1, looking west, I could see the bridge from Interstate 95 which is a much higher expansion bridge and doesn't need to open. I took this route on the way back.


But I continued to follow Highway 1 into Maine, where I stopped at a Visitor Center and got directions to the nearest lighthouse. On the way I passed a beach with space to park. The tide was out, and I walked along the tidal flat for a bit. Some people were flying kites in the breeze, and the gulls (they are big as cats!) were walking about eyeing people.


Then I went on to the "Nubble" lighthouse at Cape Neddick. I was really lucky - when I arrived, it was overcast but dry. I got out and looked over the ocean to the Boon Island Light (on a small island 6 miles offshore), and then photographed the Nubble lighthouse that is on a small island just off the point. After enjoying the sea air for a short while, I went across the street to Fox's Lobster House restaurant and ordered a lobster roll for lunch. My friend M had insisted I had to try one - and did mention they were pricey - but although it was good, I am not sure it was worth $16. Although I did have company as a gull sat by my picnic table and watched me eat every bite. I might have shared if it hadn't cost so darn much.


I took the scenic route back - or at least part of it. I went back south on 95, west on 101, then north and west on two lane roads until I got back to Concord. I found it was almost impossible for me to stay at or below the 65mph speed limit on the interstates. The two-lanes, on the other hand, make cruise control futile. The top speed is rarely as high as 55, but there are so many blind curves, hills and valleys, and no-passing areas that you really have to nurse the speed. And the roads were clogged with sightseers and trucks, neither of which helps if you are trying to get anywhere on a timetable. Fortunately, I wasn't really in a hurry.


Once back in Concord, I found my way to the Christa McAuliffe Discovery Center. I had looked forward to seeing this - I remember her dying on Challenger - and on the internet it said the exhibits were free, although there was a charge for the planetarium show. But when I walked in, I found that it wasn't so any longer. If I had walked in knowing there was a $12 charge, I might have felt differently - but I would expect to pay something like that for something like the British Museum - not a science center on a college campus.


Then for dinner, I actually had a serindipitious encounter. I went for dinner to a place called Beefside - famous for roast beef sandwiches, so I figured it would be a family style place where I would be okay in jeans. I had a cup of seafood chowdah - gosh I love that stuff - and a rare roast beef sandwich with horseradish sauce. At the end, the waitress asked if I wanted dessert. The lady across the aisle started talking to me after that - did I usually get dessert there. I told her I wasn't from here, that I was from Michigan, and she started asking me how long I had been here, had I ever been here before, where I had been, where I was going - we had a nice conversation although her husband never said a word. I am guessing they were in their 60s. At the end she asked for my address and said she would write to me and see how my trip (tomorrow) to Mt. Washington went.


I have to admit that while I was driving back to the hotel, I was tickled. It was as if I opened myself to whatever happens by making this trip, and I was rewarded. It will be interesting to see if she follows up.

Day three, it was pretty and sunny in Concord as I headed north, hoping to see Mt. Washington. It is a challenge for me to drive in the mountains - I have a touch of vertigo and it makes me nervous to drive on the mountain roads. But the view was spectacular until I got into the White Mountains and it started to cloud up and rain. I drove the Franconia Notch going north - a two-lane road carved into the side of the mountain. But when I got to the base of Mt. Washington, it was raining and I couldn't even see the top. So I drove on, hoping to get out of the rainstorm so I could take some photos. I had some luck, but I wish I could have photographed both the Franconia Notch going north and the Crawford Notch going south. Wow. I can't imagine driving those in the winter.

I did get a few nice photos at a scenic turnout just south of Glen, NH, looking over several nice mountains, though, before heading south again.

Tomorrow, I head home, pretty satisfied with the trip.