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Day 3 – New Hampshire’s River Road

On Friday morning, I looked at a map and saw that there was a road running north and south right along the Connecticut River a few miles east. The Connecticut River, of course, is the border between Vermont and New Hampshire down here. We’d cross over, hit the little burg of Lyme to take a package to the UPS store, and then go north. There was also a grocery store a ways up that we wanted to hit to replenish supplies. Once again, we headed over the hills and down into the valleys. The bridge was iron, rusty, and rickety, but it held. A quick side trip to Lyme and the hardware store, and then north along the river.

For the first couple of miles, the river was close by the road. Then we turned into the woods a bit, and we came upon a charming little covered bridge. I climbed out, took some shots from our side, and then wandered through to take a few from between the timbers. It was a pretty narrow, one lane bridge and I was amused to see the numerous skid marks on the downslope on the other side, from cars that came barreling over the hill and then found a bucolic down’easterner occupying their intended route.

After the bridge, we continued on for a bit, stopped at a little ice cream parlor, and then crossed back over into Vermont to hit the Hannaford’s Grocery Store in Bradford. Our route back took us down past a large lake with many houses and camps clustered around it. Summer camps for kids are big up here, they send the  young’uns up from the City during July and August. Then we toured around the smaller Lake Fairlee and took some shots of the new boat ramp.

That evening, back home, we grilled up a bunch of sausages and burger and chicken patties for the gang and we all gathered in Mom’s tiny little roundhouse for a rollickin’ good time.  We were joined by Amanda, Greg, Helen, Jeremy, Ian, Sam(antha) and Mel, Ian’s new landlady. Phone pics.

Tomorrow was the Sheep and Wool Festival down in Tunbridge, for which Melissa had specifically requested this trip. I would drop off the gals and then explore around, and pick them up afterwards.

 

 

 

 

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