That was my goal Wednesday when I set out to take some pictures. I think I just like to say Kancamagus, and it was too pretty out to stay home. If you look at it on a map it looks like it goes in a diagonal line from where I am now, to Lincoln, NH. That’s not true though. You have to drive a bit to get to Rt. 112, and I discovered several distractions along the way that slowed me down and kept me from traveling the whole highway. Which is okay because a friend of mine is most at home in the Lincoln area and I’m in hopes we’ll get back there together eventually. This farm was a distraction along the way. And when I stopped to take a picture this cow came over to say hi.
Then the town of Bradford provided it’s own distraction. Just a block long, but quaint, and good food. A pastrami reuben at a little coffee shop called The Local Buzz. What a great name, and a great sandwich.
Eventually I did make a run at the Kancamagus though, and I got there. As promised by my cousin, the scenery is spectacular. But pull-offs are too few and far between. Which explains why I turned around after I passed the Beaver Pond scenic area and returned for photos there also. But I turned out to be the main course for the black flies and mosquitos that were just hanging around waiting for an unsuspecting tourist to show up. When I told my cousin that I stopped at Beaver Pond he said that he and his wife hiked a trail there once and encountered a swarm of black flies that had them running to their car. Glad to know it’s not just me being a wimp. Nobody bothered my DEET infused legs, which was nice. But too bad I didn’t think to spray my ears because they got gnawed on pretty fiercely. Now my ears are burning, you aren’t talking about me are you?