You betcha! I had maxed out my vacation time again and my manager walked into my cube and said, “You’re taking a day off this week, right?” Yes! I had my eye on the weather and the foliage reports. Folks, I’m headed for the Northeast Kingdom. The Northeast Kingdom is the northeast corner of the U.S. state of Vermont, comprising Essex, Orleans and Caledonia counties.
Growing up in the south west part of Vermont, although the distance is not that far, “you can’t get there from here”. So I never did. But from Cape Ann, just take I-95 to New Hampshire, hop on 101, take it to I-93 and Bob’s your uncle, you’re a Flatlander in the NEK.
Here, I’m driving through the White Mountains, approaching the Franconia Notch.
It is much more impressive when viewed in person. A beautiful area, but I have a target to obtain. I’m off to Vermont. So the Garmin took me up to NH Rt 135 and “to Covered Bridge”. Cool! Of all the places to cross the Connecticut River, she’s taking me to a covered bridge?!?! I say “she” because I use the female voice. Men are used to blindly following orders from women.
This is one cool bridge! I forgive my Garmin for every time “she” took me over one lane dirt back roads when I wanted to take an intestate, dumped me on interstates when I intended to go on back roads and tried to take me on the Mass Turnpike ($$$$) way down south when I just need to go west.
This is the one time I will not kvetch about the Garmin taking down a one-lane road. Trust me, I’m cool with this.
Just for completeness, here is a shot of the Vermont side. The lighting was at my disadvantage.
As fabulous as this little photo shoot was, it wasn’t my target! Oh, before I forget the bridge stretches between Lunenburg, Vermont and Lancaster, New Hampshire. Happily, I went off to my target location and did the shoot and then wanted to go to St Jay (That’s St. Johnsbury for all you others that are driving with out of state plates in the NEK). Now I carry a copy of a real map in my car. You just cannot trust technology and all those fangled satellites. You never know when you will be out in the middle of some God-forsaken territory and a meteor hits one of the damned satellites and you find yourself stranded in the middle of no-where without a GPS signal. Chances are that you’ll be without a cellphone signal, too. Yah, a map, the old fashioned way.
After I forgave the Garmin for all of “those times”, I punched in St Johnsbury into the Garmin. There was a perfectly good back road that ran to St Jay. It ran southwest through the mountains. It would have been great. What did she do? Before I realized it and got committed to a path, she took me further west across the Connecticut and back to the interstate. Now I cannot take photos driving down the interstate. I should have used a map. Which I did. On the next leg. Just saying.