Day Trippin' ... Harrisville...

Harrisville, New Hampshire! What a beautiful trip to get there! The scenery was breath-taking!

Lakes like the one below were the norm. Actually on one road I drove almost all the way around a beautiful lake which was still frozen over.
This lake is on Route 10 right before I turned off onto 123. It was the way Google mapped me - and the scenery just kept getting better and better.
Immediately upon turning onto 123 there was a sign about Moose crossing, then a little further down the road a sign that read: Crossing Deer. Okay, got keep my eyes open for the moose and deer - only to find about 1/2 a mile later a sign with Cows on it!
The road was full of frost heaves. For those of you not from these parts and who have no idea what frost heaves are - allow me to explain. It is when the snow, water, ice gets under the road and it bubbles up - then when it all melts the road sink. Therefore it makes driving on that particular road seem like the worst rollercoaster ride of your life. That's what the above road was like. The speed limit was 35 - I barely did 15!

Never saw a moose or deer! Did manage to see a few cows but they were safely behind a big fence. So, needless to say I was breathing pretty easy when I turned the curve heading into Stoddard - only to come face to hood with a huge turkey. The suicidal turkey was crossing the road to catch up with his 15 or so brothers and sisters who had just crossed ahead of him. He managed to get across tail feathers in tact...and I continued along.

I was finally rewarded by arriving in Harrisville. First stop was the Harrisville General Store. Very nice people there - they along with a nice young man pointed me in the direction of my "reason" for going to Harrisville.

It seems Harrisville is rather a neat little artsy town. Beautiful painting and photos were featured on the walls of the store and were done by a local person. A rack of lovely photo note cards done by a different local was by the register. They also informed me that all the baked goods, soups, and other foods were locally made by the owner of the store.

The town had lots of old brick buildings...and a beautiful brook that ran right across the road from store and my intended stop.

The saga will continue...