All morning we drove through Maryland, Delaware, New Jersey, New York, Connecticut, Massachusetts, and finally New Hampshire. Had to pay a bundle in toll roads too or else the drive would have taken 2 hours longer.
However, when we got closer and onto Washington Bridge it didn't look so bad. I actually felt like it looked very unique and historic. The traffic wasn’t terrific, we had some delays, but it wasn’t too much of a bother because it was nice to look around. That was the most interesting and eventful part of the drive. The fall leaves were also beautiful as always. In a way it kind of all starts looking the same, but then again not really because it’s so different from what we are used to.
We arrived at Pawtuckaway State Park at around 3 and tried to get comfortable. It was very pretty there with forests all around. The campsites they had were so cute, probably cuter than the cabins, but putting all our gear together for one night would have been too much of a hassle. We got some dinner from a local Hannafords, which I guess is like their Publix, and just relaxed for the rest of the night.
At one point we walked around what they called the beach. It was more like a lake, but I guess during the summer people swim there. Later that night we had a fire and went to bed pretty early. For some reason this place scared me. I think it was because there weren’t many people around and it was so dark because of the way the trees canopied everything. We couldn’t even see the moon. Suffice to say I didn’t get a good night sleep.
The next day we woke up early and went shopping for camp groceries. Then we packed up the car and were off on a refreshingly short drive to Franconia Notch State Park to camp for 2 nights. It was funny because there were signs all over the said “Moose Crossing” I didn’t mention it before, but Finnley is really scared of hitting a deer so when he saw moose crossing he was so paranoid. He asked me to watch with him out of nowhere and I thought it was funny.
Now this park was so beautiful. The white mountains towered all around us and our camp sat in a valley between ranges. However, this campground did get off on a rocky start. We went to drive around to look at sites to see which one we wanted when some guy came out of one just wearing his long johns and a fleece sweater. He flagged us down and asked if we wanted his campsite and that he already had a fire going. Now the whole time I’m thinking “No! No!” creeper alert, stranger danger because this guy was giving off crazy bad vibes. He wouldn’t even look us in the eye. He had driftwood across the handle bars of his motorcycle and asked if we could jump it because his battery died.
When we finally made it to the top we saw Lonesome Lake and all it’s glory. It was just a random lake right smack in the middle of the mountain. What was really cool was there was this lodge on the lake which is partially a part of the Appalachian Trail where people who hike it can stop and have a resting spot. Supposedly there are multiple points along the trail that have these lodges for the hikers. After taking quite a few pictures and freezing my butt off from a random wind that blew in as we arrived chilling the area down from 59 to 45 in like 5 minutes we started to hike down. Now I know why they recommend hikers layer the way they do. At one point I was regretting bringing all the jackets that I did, but after that I definitely wasn’t.
Hiking down sounds like it would be easier, but I think it’s just as challenging just in a different way. It works out different muscles and you can move faster, but that also means you have to think faster and pay more attention. When we got back to camp I was exhausted and hungry. Finnley made us hot dogs and we just relaxed a while.