Travel Log - New Hampshire
New Hampshire:  May 7 

After griping the steering wheel all day, it is difficult to write and much easier to type.  My face is a bit blistered but I think I look better with more color than I've had in YEARS.  New England is agreeing with me...and the weather has been fantastic.

Want to apologize to everybody on I-93 northbound yesterday.  Crazy photographer from the Concord newspaper wanted to take pictures of Seno while going down the highway.  Here's the scene:  me in my roadster doing holding it to 55 mph and photog in his car coming along side and snapping away.  Nice, huh?  Well, he was the only one in his car so he was driving (sort of), steering (kinda) and taking pictures (camera strap waving in the wind in front of the lens).  So I'll be REAL curious if any of those photos turn out!

Next adventure in line occured as I am nearing Lincoln, New Hampshire.  A big rig started flashing his headlights behind me and then signaling right when I looked up.  I figured the entire bottom of my car must have been falling out in the pavement so I pulled over.  The word "Freightliner" looks SO MUCH BIGGER in the rearview mirror of a tiny purple roadster.  Guy comes up, wolf graphic on his T-shirt, big fella like they all are (again I'm in a very short car) and he starts in with the questions and in some accent I can't place.  Turns out what I've got here is the French Canadian version of Billy Bob complete with the teeth.  I am not making this up--I thought he had a set of those creepy Halloween teeth in his mouth!  Nope.  I kept Seno running and in first gear.  I asked if there was something wrong with my car and he either didn't have enough English or was so stunned by Seno that he just didn't answer.  I took off and didn't get out of the car again until I reached Conway.  And that is over an entire mountain range over a highway known as "The Kank".  Stan told me that in the fall, people come from all over the word to drive The Kank. 

The TV didn't work in my room at the White Deer Inn but I needed the time for catching up on my writing anyway.  And plotting more courses.  I sit in bed and read maps like other people read novels.

Today I went a little north and crossed another range of New Hampshire mountains, this time stopping off at Crawford Notch and talking with Tom who feels that small towns shouldn't have to pay for cop cars in other towns. That's simplifying it but I sympathize.  His general store at the "notch" is eclectic to the max and he and I both groused about how government gets out of touch with the people.  His property taxes have doubled in 2 years.  No wonder he's steamed.  We were both preaching to the choir.  New Hampshire doesn't have a sales tax and neither does Oregon.  One more round for "stick it to the small business person" this time with feeling. 

The ride over the White Mountains was literally just above freezing but with the wind chill doing 55 mph, the air in Seno was roughly 17 degrees by Tom's calculations.  But it was spectacular.  Waterfalls, fresh pine, no traffic, a doable road.

Stopped by Clark's Trading Post in Lincoln and it was closed.  I read about this place in a roadside attraction book.  OK, I didn't have to pay anything but I did see a bear. Almost missed him but I looked up and he was asleep on a platform about 25 feet in the air.  I got the video camera out and he yawned, scratched and rolled a bit.  Made me want to go back to sleep.  What a ham. 

Saw New Hampshire's famous Old Man in the Mountain.  Check your quarters and you'll see an image of him.  Well, I got as up close and personal as you can get and still stay on a trail.  (It's a rock formation that looks a little bit like Thomas Jefferson...)

For the best grinders in New England, go to Swiftwater, N.H.'s general store.  Tell them Alyce sent you and Morrie, his wife and his lovely daughter Porsche will make you one.  For you Oregonians who don't know, a grinder is a sub sandwich (I didn't know).  Porsche (whose Atlanta, Georgia dad is a car nut and got his first speeding ticket at the age of 12! it's a great story!) is cutting two teeth at once so hope you're there when she is in a good mood. 

I also met the Dept. of Transportation crew who looked Seno over in amazement.  Hi, to Fuzzy, Gary, Scott and Ray--I'll have your photo posted here soon.

White River Junction, Vermont--what a cool little town and feels like they could film Northern Exposure Two here.  I landed the BEST BAGEL OF THIS ENTIRE trip at the Baker's Studio on Main Street.  Melissa fixed me an "Everything" Bagel with veggie cream cheese.

Picked up a new pair of glasses at the WalMart in Claremont and then went west to arrive at a friend's house in Rutland.  What a gorgeous, perfect little town this is.  Great guys down at the Post Office gave me information about wet gear for riding motorcycles.  The receptionist (guy) at the Rutland Herald....well, let's just say he isn't a car nut.  He didn't want to have ANYTHING to do with this creature standing in his news office (me).  Reminds me of the saying, "I thought he was dead but he was only from Vermont."  Believe me, everybody else has been super kind and friendly.  I met a poet at the gas pumps named Mark.  Mark, don't bother stopping by the Herald office. 

Saw this ad in Whitefield, New Hampshire:  "Insure with Burns Before it Burns!"  the Burns Insurance Agency.  And there's an ad for Stumpage Contractor.  Not sure I want to know what that is.


WNTK 99.7 Talk show dynamo Arnie Arnesen pulls her phone out the station's window and lines up guests.  "Too nice to stay indoors, " she says from New London, NH. On Highway 11 going into Franklin NH I spotted the second amazing doll house on this trip.  It was full of toys for some lucky little princess and painted several shades of pink!
The park entrance (pretty dynamic huh?) Franklin, NH. Seno drew a fan club out of the Proulx Community Center located right next to the arch.
Tom Charbono (far right) & the jolly crew at the Parks & Rec. office in Franklin. Mark (l.) and Ronnie (r.) performed slammin' skateboard maneuvers -- their scarred boards showed IT AIN'T EASY.
Donna Nashawaty holds a photo of HER purlple car -- she helps organize Thursday evening car cruises in Franklin starting Independence Day & going to Labor DAy.  Stop by for a burger with her -- she comes by the "car obsession" genetically --  her maiden name is STUDEBAKER and she's also the city manager of Franklin NH. The terror of I-93  Apologies to any and all truckers and passenger cars Tuesday afternoon as this guy Ben Garvin photog for Concord Monitor Snapped dozens of shots of Seno doing 60 mph up the highway.  Ben drove his car & shot at the same time.

I'm not sure the general public realizes what the media does to bring dramatic photography to their coffee & nespaper enjoyment.

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