Under blue skies, we drove north to the White Mountains. You must pay to drive up Mt. Washington, but we thought it would be fun as well as scenic. We picked up the CD and were told we could only go half way. When we got that far, they opened the road to the top so we were the first car up on Saturday. It was 25 degrees on the top and the wind was screaming. It was very hard to walk to the visitors center. From there you can see a white horizontal sliver that is the Atlantic Ocean 100 miles away. It is a narrow winding road, privately maintained and in much the same place as it was when it was made in 1865.
We have found that different terms are used for certain things. For example they use the term "notch" when we would say "pass" as in a mountain pass. A rotary is a roundabout. Everywhere the last few days are signs warning of moose. One such sign had flashing ember lights because it was a high incident area. We have not seen any moose on the road or otherwise.
The photo is of a lake in Northern Maine.
Tonight we had dinner with my god-daughter who attends the University of Maine. It was a pleasure to visit with this confident young woman.
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