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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...