Northern New Hampshire

Several days ago I called Parker on the phone to ask if he knew anyone in Northern New Hampshire to stay with. That’s what I also thought New Hampshire was about. I knew they had just a few miles of coastline, but to me that wasn’t New Hampshire. I was simply too fast to judge. The New Hampshire coastline is one of the coolest places on the East Coast and I’m going to miss it. But thanks to Parker and his family I made it to Northern New Hampshire as well. They sent me up to Berlin to crash at their mountain home for a couple nights in the White Mountains. And it is beautiful and breathtaking.

Here I am sitting outside overlooking the mountains in the distances and praying that a moose will come out into the opening in front of me. They say they have seen several out there, so please please let it happen! I went from beachfront paradise to mountain paradise in just a few hours. No need to rush home, right? Maybe just move in here for a while. I’ve got the house to myself and that just feels strange. The only thing I’ve had to myself in the last year is the Invasion Mobile, which turned into my house you could say. Perhaps after the trip is over I can come back out here and house sit for them while I write my book, work on future projects, and decide what’s next in the life of Bugsy.

There was one sad part of the day, and I was already 20 or 30 miles away from being able to do anything about it. I left the ocean again. I will probably be seeing the ocean again when I make it to Alaska, but it’s sad to see it go. If I had thought about it this morning before leaving I would have had a little ceremony for myself on the beach. From the ocean to the mountains, New Hampshire has impressed me.