Coming to America- New Hampshire

When we were on the verge of zeroing in on East Coast for our US trip, I was still in two minds because for some weird reason I always thought East Coast was made up of only skyscrapers and concretes! So a prospect of going to a land with no greenery to lift our spirits up, therefore, used to pull my excitement level down.

Then I had a long chat with Anonymously Disguised, who while hilariously pointing out that I was probably watching way too many serials on NBC to be harbouring such an illusion, busted my myth with a link to some of the most breathtaking and abundantly green nooks in that region. Now if I had all the time ( and money too!) in the world I would have covered each and every place she recommended. But since we didn’t, we chose a place that we could easily cover in a day.

And what a beautiful experience it turned out to be!

We hired a car for a day and headed out in the morning from Boston to The Cannon Mountain, a 4100 foot peak in the White Mountains of New Hampshire..

Don't get deceived by that serious expression. Its pure simple focus to promote "lane driving sane driving. In actual my heart was dancing like Katrina Kaif because of the driving I was getting to do on US roads with so much greenery around!
Oh don’t get deceived by that serious expression. I was actually paying attention to AuntyGPS and focusing real hard on not losing my way. We all know how skilled I am at finding my way around new routes and roads! 😉

Driving on US roads per se was great but it wasn’t an out of the world experience, because truth be told, Dubai and Oman roads are far more delightful an experience to drive on with their wide lanes and neatly done up roads. But the sheer thrill of driving into Mother Nature’s green and mountainous fold was an experience of a kind.

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We covered the distance of about 140mi in about 2.5 hours. We parked at the base of the mountain and took an aerial tramway ride right upto the top.

These were the views that rode along with us…

And somewhere in those mountains and valleys was a slice a Canada or New York or Vermont to be spotted as mentioned by various online travel websites. Don't ask me to where though. It's there somewhere! ;)
And somewhere in those mountains and valleys was a slice of Canada or New York or Vermont to be spotted as mentioned by various online travel websites. Don’t ask me where though. It was there somewhere! 😉

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And anyway who cared where as long as we were in the lap of these views!
And anyway who cared where as long as we were in the lap of these views!

Once we reached the summit, we headed off on a short  walking trail..

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It was amazing to discover so many unassuming paths   on the way that led us to some wonderful scenic sights
It was amazing to discover so many unassuming paths on the way that led us to some wonderful scenic sights
“The path to our destination is not always a straight one. We go down the wrong road, we get lost, we turn back. Maybe it doesn’t matter which road we embark on. Maybe what matters is that we embark.”- Barbara Hall
“The path to our destination is not always a straight one. We go down the wrong road, we get lost, we turn back. Maybe it doesn’t matter which road we embark on. Maybe what matters is that we embark.”- Barbara Hall

And by the end of the trail, though we were huffing and puffing, famished and hungry, we were immensely satiated by what the beautiful place had greeted us with. Our camera was filled with images and our hearts were filled with far more than what our camera could fit in..

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