After leaving the coast of Maine we headed west toward the White Mountain National Forest of New Hampshire – on a friend’s recommendation. It turned out to be a good one, though much of the scenery was familiar – a lot of hardwood forest, rivers, and rolling mountains – it was still new and exciting. We stopped at a fairly popular overlook to get a few sunset photos, then hightailed it to our stopping point for the night – Lincoln, NH.
Normally a ski town, it wasn’t too crowded in late May. But the ice cream shop was open for business and E could not resist getting a “small” cone to go.
We made it through Vermont, which had some of the most picturesque farms and valleys I’ve ever seen, in a few hours (small state, you didn’t know?) Then eventually headed south again.
To be continued…