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 We had a good night in Nootka Lodge and I felt a little better when I woke up. Just up the road was the bridge over the Connecticut River leading into Vermont. Next to the new bridge was an old one - the Wells River Bridge which was built in 1903 by the Boston and Maine Railroad to carry both rail and road traffic.  It looks strange because it is double-decked. The bridge was in use for rail traffic until 2001 and ceased to be used for road traffic in 2007, when it was fenced off and allowed to degenerate.  We had not had breakfast so went to a diner, Tuttles in Wells River, which was very traditional. We had eggs and fried potatoes and as much coffee as you could drink. Fortified we crossed the river and headed into Vermont. We were driving back towards Hanover as Mike wanted to show us the house he had lived in when he was working at Dartmouth College. First we visited the village of Lyme. Another very tidy New England  place where Mike used to do his shopping. There were some stran

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 m inut e 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 Engla

This is intended as a photographic blog but I must give some backgro und to the story . My other half Alan hung up his working boots at the end of September 2022. Accordingly we planned a 'big holiday' to celebrate and decided on the USA as we have relatives out there. We would spend time with them and then a couple of weeks on our own. Our intention was to fly to Boston to meet up with our nephew Mike for a couple of days, then fly down to Orlando where Alan's sister Anne lives and  spend time with her family. Then we would  go on  to southern New Mexico  with Anne, meet up with Mike again and travel up to Albuquerque, where Anne and Mike would fly back home and we would then spend time alone in northern New Mexico. Liz Truss made the whole thing much more expensive by announcing her budget shortly before we left and crashing the pound! 3rd October we flew out to Boston. As we are Covid virgins we wore masks on the trip. On arriving at security my new blue! British passpo