We drove east today for a short vacation, our destination being Lake Winnipesaukee in New Hampshire. The drive was over four hours without stops, and we deliberately took the less-traveled road past the ski mountains in mid Vermont.
The weather was wet, the tops of the mountains very cloudy, and some of the roads took us through decidedly rustic locales. On the way, in a tiny village called Grafton, we spotted a Tardis on the side of the road. And I mean that literally:
We’re not sure exactly what this was, although my theory was a shrine to honor someone who had died on that road. It seemed like the door opened, and KLS was about to, but a car had stopped across the road and a lady was watching us like a creepy. We skedaddled!
After several hours and a few stops we got to Laconia. The rain had picked up and the fog off the icy lake was pervasive!
Our destination was soon found; one of those “I wonder what it’s like to stay there?” lakeside motor inns.
I’m pretty sure we’re the only guests!
Ours is the last cabin on the left, right on the lake. Here’s KLS standing out front:
Here’s the inside:
It also has two bedrooms and a bathroom. And here’s our view:
Not exactly swimming weather is it!
Why did we drive so far to a lakeside tourist resort at this time of year? For the answer… check back tomorrow 🙂