SUN JOURNAL • July 16, 2024
Every step along the Kancamagus Highway that weaves through the White Mountains of New Hampshire seems jampacked with beauty and mystery a million years in the making. More mountains, more distance and more of that sweet song of nature. I was feeling like Henry David Thoreau all drunk on nature, but man, there was so much more to see. It occurred to me that I don’t get out into real nature nearly often enough. And all at once I seemed to have full understanding of all you fine people who head out into the wilderness every chance you get. But alas, it was the end of the weekend and obligations at work wouldn’t afford me any more time in the mountains. We headed for home again and the very minute we rolled back into Lewiston, instead of that ancient corner of my brain lighting up, it was my revived phone. I’d rather be back on the Kancamagus. ~ Mark LaFlamme