The New England States are by far the greenest states on the entire USA continent. It is just absolutely beautiful.
The dense forests, the windy roads, the covered bridges, the LOW bridges (that's a story in itself), the shoreline, the unbelievable quaint homes dotting the country side, and the best thing of all... an abundance of LOBSTER!
No joke.. even McDonald's has lobster rolls.. Check out the marquee. We were so amazed... McDonald Lobsters! Allan had to try... hmm, not bad he says.
I think I'll stick with the fresh kind. It may just be lobster pink slime :-)
Aside from Lobster, in Vermont we became KOA models. That's another story. In Vermont we also had a close and personal encounter with a low Rail Road Bridge... Yes, Gertrude got a terrific headache. In New Hampshire we encountered a beached whale.. no, not me in a bathing suit. A real humpback whale. Washed ashore after an untimely death. And in Maine, we toured around the Acadia National Park, went to the tippy top of Maine, almost entered Canada by mistake and fell in love with the beautiful country side, the fishing villages and the French influence. On the return route, we drove through miles and miles of forest, camped in the White Mountains of New Hampshire, home of Lake Placid the place for the Winter Olympics and also the Green Mountains of Vermont. What beauty.
The dense forests, the windy roads, the covered bridges, the LOW bridges (that's a story in itself), the shoreline, the unbelievable quaint homes dotting the country side, and the best thing of all... an abundance of LOBSTER!
No joke.. even McDonald's has lobster rolls.. Check out the marquee. We were so amazed... McDonald Lobsters! Allan had to try... hmm, not bad he says.
I think I'll stick with the fresh kind. It may just be lobster pink slime :-)
Aside from Lobster, in Vermont we became KOA models. That's another story. In Vermont we also had a close and personal encounter with a low Rail Road Bridge... Yes, Gertrude got a terrific headache. In New Hampshire we encountered a beached whale.. no, not me in a bathing suit. A real humpback whale. Washed ashore after an untimely death. And in Maine, we toured around the Acadia National Park, went to the tippy top of Maine, almost entered Canada by mistake and fell in love with the beautiful country side, the fishing villages and the French influence. On the return route, we drove through miles and miles of forest, camped in the White Mountains of New Hampshire, home of Lake Placid the place for the Winter Olympics and also the Green Mountains of Vermont. What beauty.