Same place - Different road

My usual vacation place had a few new twists and turns in it. We called it "exploring". It started on a road we probably shouldn't of been on but we took it. It was named Hurricane Road for a reason, and I learned why first hand. A bit spooky when we entered the opened gates, which we're sure they must be closed at least for the winters, if not, nightly. There are no houses on Hurricane road, no lights, no electric. We assume it might be used for a "short cut" from N.H. to Maine because once at the other end of it, Maine is nearby. Its a short cut because rather than drive around and around the endless white mountains and through the thick, deep, state forests, this road takes you over a mountain; UP and DOWN, over it! Its a climb! Well, today, the gate was open. It did say no trucks but we assumed it meant "bigger than the one we were in" kinda truck. So we went through the gates.

It did not take long to figure out why no "larger" trucks were to enter those gates, the very narrow road ahead of us did not leave much room for another vechicle to go by and it was a two way "road", if that is what it is called; seemed more like a lane than a road. There were no places to change your mind and turn around either, once on it, you were on it till the end. Now you'd think that a road such as this would go unused, but to our surprise, and always at a bad time, BOOM! There would be a car (thankfully a small one) that would be flying, and I do mean flying past us. They must of driven this road a millon times because they surely knew where they were going and what they were up against. We didn't. Up, up, up, up, that road climbed, with bending corners shaped as and L, and still, up further as though we headed into the sky. There were a few drops down and the road seemed to disappear, when we were climbing once again. At the very beginning of the upward climb, the forest deep out my window, and oh so pretty. The top picture of this blog is a waterfall in the forest, though there was no stopping to take it, so I just snapped as I was able to.

Once at the top of this narrow mountain road, you could see forever. The mountains and lakes, as though we were sitting on a cloud looking outward. We also could see the road before us, and its drop down. Yep, what goes up, must come down, including us. We couldn't sit and take in this unbelieveable view for long. There is no where to pull over. You sit in the middle of the road and actually the middle of the road, IS the entire road. So, downward we went.

Passing forests with trees so thick at times, making one wonder if anyone had ever set foot onto this land before. It gave proof of the harshness that winter left behind in twisted branches, and broken trunks. Looking out into the sky as one traveled down this narrow mountain road, felt like you were slowly falling back to earth from a cloud. How beautiful it really was and fun! We did it again, and then yet again. No doubt, we will return to this narrow little road that brings you up and over a mountain, into the sky, and then back to earth once again.

Looking Out at the world and looking down, our one way back to earth. I call this the road less traveled, for sure!