We headed north again up to Franconia Notch, past the Old Man in the Mountain, or at least his mountain, up to Mount Lafayette and the grinning Govenor Gannon memorial, then across to Franconia. Last year we had stumbled across a delightful bar in Franconia called The Dutch Treat, where the welcome is warm, the drinks are cold and the locals are fascinating. Today's visit we learnt that the only Spanish one old man in dungarees knows is "How much for a kilo?"  

We also found a new store promising gifts, antiques and collectibles which most certainly delivered. I found some amazing salt and pepper pots and an old tobacco tin. The lady who owned it and her friend were AMC guides and volunteered on Mt. Washington. They were wicked impressed with our knowledge of the area and pointed us in the direction of some more places that were a little off the beaten track and definitely off the tourist maps. 

Following their directions, we headed back east through Bethlehem, which is full of Christmas tree farms and wild turkeys, go figure. At Bretton Woods we took the Base Station Road and came to Upper Falls, which wasn't quite as clearly signed as  we'd been told, but you can normally tell by the wear on the side of the road where places worth stopping are. Crazy locals jump off that rock in the foreground on the left into the pool below.