With money dictating the amount of time we spend up in the clean air of the mountains, and the hassle of switching tent sites, since someone had booked site 16A for a thursday arrival, we got up this very wet morning to start packing. It seems our tent had also gotten tired of fending off the mountain rain and fog. Overnight we had drenching and distant thunder. Puddles started to form in the tent by the corners of the windows. Solemnly I pack up our damp bedding (can't wait to sleep on dry sheets with dry blankets), and tried to sort our clothes and gear. Next came disassembling the tent and rain proofing tarps covered in wet sand and leaves. Destroying the many new homes of extremely large daddy-long-legs, a big fat juicy earthworm, and a quick little salamander.
Everything packed and loaded into the truck we checked out begrudgingly. I half heartedly joked with the friendly lady behind the counter about not wanting to leave and if they were hiring. My answer from her was, "Well actually, can you work the front desk?" Oh so tempting, at a drop of a hat I would jump at it if Alex could get a job up there too.
We weren't giving up on the mountains just yet. Since home is so close we had time to play and explore more.
Breakfast at Glen Junction again, if you haven't tried it I totally recommend it. Warning the pancakes don't fit on the plate. Sneak through the back roads and bypass the tourist traffic on route 16 through the Conways, and onto the Kancamangus to Lincoln. Refuel; diesel and red bull. Now off to find Tripoli Road, a dirt "Highway" that winds through between Mount Osceola and Mount Temescula into Waterville Valley.
From Waterville Valley we explored route 3 south to Plymouth, New Hampton, and eventually Meredith where we grabbed the major highway south towards home.
Thats it for this summer's major adventures. Maybe a few local adventures in the next week. Thanks for reading!
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