I forgot the pretty covered bridge we saw crossing into New Hampshire our last day. Like the Fall foliage, I never tire of these bridges. This is the first we've seen with the x-cross pattern.
|The "fine" has gone up!|
|Crosses the river of the same name.|
But once the discussion of moving his mom to Fresno, California started, it quickly moved from possibility to reality. His cousin and aunt found her a nice home and made things happen on the receiving end. Bill "just" had to fly to Roswell to make them happen there, then fly Mom to California.
Wilderness Lake Campground is in a good location for both the airport and visiting our friend so I made reservations for two weeks. Again, our introduction isn't great as there's no sewer hookup. Turns out that there are no sites with sewer, so for them the "full hook-ups" I reserved is water and electric. I'm very unhappy and thinking I should immediately find a different place. After a few deep breaths I talk with the young owner who explains that gray tanks are drained to the dirt behind the site and a honey wagon will dump once a week without charge. Since the other parks nearby are nearly twice as much, I think we'll make this work. Not a fan of the gray tank dumping, but it's how they do it. This will always be the "You're not from around here, are you?" location, as that's what the honey wagon guy told Bill when he questioned the practice.
Otherwise, the site is level, satellite connects, cell phone service is strong, water pressure is fair, and it is a clean and safe-feeling location. The trees and little lake are very pretty. He gives us two sites so there's plenty of space.
Wednesday we just relax, and Bill packs to be gone for nine days. I drop him off at the airport around 5 PM, getting back home before dark.
Some of the little towns have Scarecrow Contests that add a fun note to walking on Main Street. Tessa and I spend a few hours Thursday checking out the creativity.
|"Iron Man" bwahahaha|
|A stretch as a scare crow, but it's pretty cute.|
|I really like this natural entry|
|Hay Bob Bucket Pants|
|The little girls going in for dance lessons call her Stella.|
|Tall tree stump as flower pot|
|Low hand-stacked walls run through the forests all over this area.|
The town has seen better days, but most businesses are open and only a few homes are boarded up. Life goes on. As does the business, which a banner tells me is celebrating 100 years - wow.
|Historic buildings line downtown|
|They're still here|
The sun warms things up and Tessa and I go looking for a nice place to take a walk. We find Gay City State Park in nearby Hebron. Other than a tiny lake and some picnic tables, there is nothing here but the forest trail. I figure we'll take a short stroll, but it's so pretty, and the trail just challenging enough to be fun, that when we eventually get back to the parking lot we've spent 3 hours covering about 2.5 miles.
|The forest glows|
|The rocks and roots aren't as challenging as the hundreds of loose acorns on the trail.|
|A small foot bridge covers the creek|
|More rock fences along the trail|
|A few large rocks to scramble.|
|Still-life on the forest floor.|
|Water color water|
|It's been so long!|
|This beautiful plant in front of the restaurant looks black although very close up it's a deep red. Stunning.|