On Sunday, we trekked an almost 300-mile loop of this state that only clamors for attention during elections and in that relatively small bit of area saw the grave of an astronaut, clambered through polar caves, saw an officially sanctioned UFO site, and drove across a mountain range at peak foliage. And that was only really half of our itinerary. New Hampshire really just needs a better PR agent. Here’s the proof:
|Navigating a 2-year-old through tight|
and often extremely vertical crevices
is harrowing work, but nobody warned me.
I'm sure I'll dig into all those sites more deeply on some future O.T.I.S. post, but as I mentioned, the above pics were only half the day we planned. According to our schedule, we were supposed to take a roundabout way home, with stops at sites connected with an insane asylum fire, an Indian curse, and the home of a famous poet.
Instead, while in the town of North Conway pushing through two dozen rooms of Christmas at the Christmas Loft to see the one Halloween room they had, we decided to take the quickest route home to save time, which we then invested in martinis and horror movies in the warm glow of our own personal Halloween decorations. It was a great way to end an 11-hour day trip in a captivating state.