A scenic highway for fall Ask me what I saw on a recent trip to Vermont, and I will happily tell you: New Hampshire. No, I didn’t take a wrong turn between Boston and St. Johnsbury, my final destination in the Northeast Kingdom. As a New England native and a skier, I know my White Mountains from my Green. (But I did once end up in Indiana instead of Illinois.) My surprise tour of New Hampshire came courtesy of Google Maps, which sent me straight up I-93, through about three-quarters of the Granite State before hooking west to Vermont. I drove by Manchester, the chicken tender capital of the world, and that other capital, Concord, the glinting gold-leaf dome of the State House visible from the highway. Along a one-lane stretch in Franconia Notch State Park, I spied a black bear galumphing up an embankment before disappearing into the woods. Up high, a gaggle of people stood on an outcrop like diminutive figures in a Frederic Edwin Church landscape. I had to give it to New Hampshire for the best welcome center: It is attached to a state liquor and wine outlet. I eventually crossed into Vermont but knew I’d visit New Hampshire again. I had to drive home, after all. TIP |