New Hampshire felt somewhat like a hillbilly version of Vermont. Lots of lakes, tiny towns, pretty little winding roads with moose crossing signs. Apparently the hunting movement in NH is doing well, though, because the only moose we saw was inside an outlet shop, stuffed, having been shot dead by a thirteen year old girl some years ago. This thing was the size of a Clydesdale, and that's not including the antlers.
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| Lies |
We spent the middle of the day at the Canterbury Shaker Village. You can read about the village and the Shakers themselves
here, if you're so inclined. We had lunch there too, and tried out a couple of old, original Shaker recipes for pot roast and chicken pie - amazing.
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| Canterbury Shaker Village |
From there we drove into Sanford, Maine, where we had a room booked at a Super 8. McDonald's for dinner and the most unbelievably good Maine ice-cream for dessert (we never managed to get any in Vermont). Danny was grumpy but a random late-night trip to Walmart cheered him up considerably. The next day we drove out, had pancakes the size of hubcaps for breakfast (with REAL maple syrup) at a small local restaurant in Kennebunkport, before exploring the coast a little.
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| Maine Beach |
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| Maine Beach |
Our final New England destination was Salem, Massachusetts. We went to the Witch Museum and got chased down the main street by a zombie. All boxes ticked, I think. Halloween was only a few days away, and the atmosphere was incredible - we should have spent more time there, but we were absolutely exhausted and had an early flight the next morning.
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