Hey hey USA - October 5th - we are supremo tourists and go to Jackson
We had a good night in Huttopia, our cornily named group of glamping huts. It was chilly at night although there was a heater on a 30 minute timer which you had to start again when it got to the end. Saving the planet!
When we had arrived the night before it had meant some stumbling around in the dark to find the correct hut, and we had not seen the lake that the huts were camped round. I wandered down first thing and it was very pretty. You had to go outside anyway to put the kettle on the barbeque gas ring to heat up.
But tea and breakfast finished we were off and away. We were situated in the White Mountains, a very large area area covering a quarter of the state of New Hampshire and going into Maine. The mountains are the northern extension of the Appalachians and contain Mount Washington, the highest mountain on the eastern seaboard.
First stop after a little driving and a stop at Dunkin' for Mike's favourite iced coffee, was Jackson (population 1000), a quaint New England, very proper, very tidy village. The road into Jackson went through a covered bridge. A thing that apparently New Hampshire is famous for. The bridge was over a rocky stream with some nice autumn colour and Alan decided (luckily) that he loved covered bridges.
You will note the election banner on the left hand side of the inscription board. We were coming up to the mid term elections and everywhere was plastered with them.
The river runs through the centre of the village and there is a large meadow area where we found Monarch butterflies. I am always thrilled to see these, although they seem to have started late on their journey down to Mexico.
In October Jackson is famed for its pumpkin people but I will leave those to the next blog.
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