'To Mount Washington and Back' to tell the tale
Trip Start Aug 28, 2012
31Trip End Ongoing
The locals were very friendly but at the same time didn't say much! See our many acquaintances, it was so easy to make friends!
Stowe was the furthest North we were going to be in New England so it was south easterly we headed into yet another state, this one called New Hampshire. Glenn's most exciting bit of the trip was now in sight, the drive up to the peak of Mount Washington, which stands at 6218 feet and has the record of the highest wind speed ever measured on land, on the earth at 232 mph. It could actually have been greater than this, but the machine measuring it broke at that point!
The landscape was still very pretty, but was changing, into more farmland, than forest.
Glenn suggested that Carol may like to change the mode of transport into something a little more red, (see photo) unfortunately she wasn't in agreement.
In the afternoon Mount Washington loomed into view, we were met at the foot of the mountain, the one which Carol had repeatedly asked whether it was going to be scary , by a woman stating, due to treacherous conditions at the peak, mortals like Glenn were not allowed to scare Carol half to death by driving themselves, we would be able to go up, but only with a professional driver/guide who carried snow chains and emergency communication. Carol sighed! But only slightly, as the phrase treacherous conditions was still an issue. In a way Glenn was relieved that he wouldn't be responsible if they fell off the edge.
After buying tickets, they showed us pictures of the snow that had fallen 4 days previously and left the mountain closed until today.
It took 30 minutes to drive up the mountain, only 8 miles
At the top the temperature was in the minus scale and it was breezy at 65 mph winds, just short of hurricane force! Out of the cloud we heard a train horn and the surreal sight of a cog wheeled train came into sight. Its the second steepest incline for a train of this type in the world.
Anyway, we had our time on the summit, felt very sorry for the scientists who live there 24 hours a day every day and descended back to the real world and made our way to our next stop at Jackson in sunshine.
The Inn at Jackson was a 19th century home built for a piano builder and his family, it was beautiful and just like you see in the movies. This turned out to be our favourite hotel of the stay so far. We were on the third floor attic room, and as there were 2 staircases it did get a little confusing, so we considered leaving a trail of breadcrumbs to guide us through all the corridors.