Hey hey USA - 6th October - a waterfall, an old man and Dartmouth College

 Following the Kancamagus Highway west towards Lincoln we came to the Sabbaday Falls. A forest walk along a stream brings you to the waterfall. The look out was packed with people who were watching a couple of rangers trying to hook out a pair of sneakers that someone had managed to let fall into the water. We watched for about 10 minutes and they were no closer. For all I know they are still attempting it.





Going back to the highway we passed Sugar Hill on the right and drove the rest of the Kancamagus Highway to Lincoln and then north to Franconia Notch State Park. Mike wanted to show us 'the Basin,' a large pothole in the base of the Pemigawasset River. I have no pictures of said phenomenon as, by now I was completely done in. So I managed to get 20 minutes shut eye in the car while Mike and Alan did the tourist thing. This was my Covid recovery time!
When they had returned I pulled myself together and we went to see the Old Man of the Mountains, still in the Franconia Notch area. The Old Man was a rock formation which looked like a man's head. Various legends had been associated with it and it had inspired several works of fiction, so it had become a much loved sight and the emblem of the state of New Hampshire. Unfortunately in 2003 the frost had done its worst and the rocks collapsed. Now there is a head on a metal pole which you line up with the side of the mountains so that you can see what it used to look like. Here is a picture of what it was like before 2003 from Wikipedia, and one of what is there now.



It was quite pretty walk back to the car park and then we set out again only stopping for another covered bridge. 



Mike had worked in Dartmouth college a couple of year's previously and really enjoyed his time there. He wanted to show us the college before we left for Florida the next day so we drove to Hanover. We walked around the historic campus and into the college where there were some magnificent murals. 
We had pizza in Hanover and then spent the night in a motel, the Nootka Lodge in Woodsville.















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