The White Mountains of New Hampshire

We headed out on Tuesday towards New Hampshire, taking Rt. 2 across Maine. This, may I tell you, is a pretty slow and relatively boring way to travel when you have impatient offspring with you. We survived with some food stops, but decided not to drive up Mt. Washington at the end of the day and go straight to our motel, the amusingly named Four Seasons in Twin Mountains, to hit the pool. The pool, my friends, was not heated. I cheered the gang on from the sidelines.

We enjoyed a good meal at a local eatery. The next morning the boys again elected to sleep in while the rest of us went into Franconia Notch state park to walk the flume.