Massachusets to Vermont
Trip Start Mar 14, 2006
241Trip End Mar 15, 2007
I stopped off for lunch in a small community called Tewksbury and had lunch at a Country Kitchen Restaurant, which I have found a very reliable eatery. I continued driving into New Hampshire on Interstate 93. I found the road signage there was pretty bad and I missed the turnoff to the tourist information place and got completely lost trying to get back to it. A very kind gentleman directed me back to Interstate 93; however by that time I had found myself back in Tewksbury so basically lost about 2 hours on the road.
Once I eventually got going in the right direction, I was in the Merrimack Valley which seems to have some interesting wineries for another trip and little rivers heading from the White Mountains in the North East of the state to the Atlantic at Newburyport or Portsmouth. Passing through fascinating small cities, rolling farmlands and deep green forests, I came to Concord where I needed to make a decision whether to go up Interstate 93 through the White Mountains to St Johnsbury or Interstate 89, which would also eventually lead me to St. Johnsbury but via Lebanon, Vermont. I weighed the fact that I did not have a place to stay that evening yet against the fact that, despite the fact that Interstate 93 appeared to be the more scenic, the hotel I was looking at in Echo Lake was full and decided to push on through to St Johnsbury on the faster, less scenic route on Interstate 89. I am sure New Hampshire would have been very attractive if I'd been able to get off the beaten path a bit. The map and information I picked up were not very helpful as they were geared to the motorcycle traveler and the tourist people seemed to want to refer me to places their relatives ran.
I left New Hampshire and entered Vermont at Lebanon where Interstate 89 went off to the west and Interstate 91 would take me to the Canadian border. I was immediately struck with the solid rockiness of Vermont. Even the pieces which were covered over with grasses and soil had huge bits of black rock sticking out of it. These contrasted nicely with the Connecticut River, which Interstate 91 followed up just about to where I was going to stay the night at St. Johnsbury.
It was, I believe, a mining town and its' claims to fame included an Art Gallery, a Museum and Planetarium as well as a number of farms and Municipal forests. I was able to use their internet, which I needed, and had a rather nice meal out at the Black Bear Tavern where I was able to watch Canadian ice hockey and periodically overhear a business conversation between two Russian fellows on one side of me and a "teaching" dinner meeting between two people who, I think were involved in a pyramid scheme sort of things - like Amway or something. It was an interesting dinner.