New England in the Fall!
Trip Start Sep 06, 2009
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The following day we got up early, keen to get out in the Adirondack mountains to get closer to the wonderful scenery we had glimpsed from the motorway the day before. Unfortunately, the weather had turned slightly grey and misty on us but at least it wasn’t raining and we spent a wonderful day driving around the Southern portion of the park
The following day we drove further North and West, via Bennington county, famous for its covered bridges which we really loved. The weather remained doggedly grey and we were slightly disappointed that we were missing out on some of the brilliance of the Fall hues but the landscape we were driving through was extremely beautiful and the colours of the leaves were undeniably very beautiful. We also loved seeing the weatherboard houses of New England which are so astonishingly Scandinavian I had to pinch myself to remind myself that I was not in Norway. It felt so similiar that I soon felt an easy familiarity and fondness for this landscape.
We were staying in North Woodstock for two nights, right in the heart of the White Mountains National Park. Unfortunately the following day the weather had worsened further and all the wonderful mountains we had come to see were shrouded in mist and low lying clouds heavy with rain… To console ourselves, we set off to look at a few of the most famous covered bridges in the area, reasoning that if we couldn’t look at things on a macro level, then we’d take a micro approach
I have to say that I developed a real soft spot for these quirky constructions. The reason they were covered was to simply protect the wood of the bridges from the elements which meant they lasted longer –many as long as 200 years! They were certainly on to something. Viewing them internally, we were struck by how beautifully they had been crafted with amazing curves created by sandwiching several layers of planks together to form these graceful arches.
Fortunately by the afternoon, the mist had lifted enough for us to embark on the Kancamagus Highway which snakes through the White Mountain valley and is considered by many to be THE best place to see the leaves in the Fall. The scenery was every bit as wonderful as we’d heard and we loved meandering along that road. At one point we came across a tiny early 19th century cottage which had been restored as a small museum to show what living in the White Mountains would have entailed 200years ago. The caretaker told a wonderful story about the longest resident of the property, a lady who had fallen in love with a woodcutter and married him. Some five years into their marriage her husband announced that he was going to the local town to buy some groceries and did not return. She lit a lamp in the window that and every night until her death 41 years later but he never returned
We would love to come back to the area again one day though perhaps in better weather!...
Next stop: Boston & the Maine coastline.