My son and his family were living in Gilmanton, New Hampshire. On my second visit to them, they took me for a day trip through the White Mountains. What a beautiful part of the country! And to top it off, every other vehicle going through the Kangamangus Pass was a motorcycle! I knew right then that I would be back but on my bike the next time. Well the next time came the first week of October, 2006 during the peek season of the leaves turning. My son and I rented bikes. A Harley for him ( wore his butt out) and a Goldwing for me (the cadillac of all bikes, leaving no butt fatigue).
We spent the next 4 days on the most scenic and wonderful bike tour ever. Along with us was my daughter, daughter in-law and two of my six grandchildren. They drove the van and took most of the pictures on our trip. This will forever be one of the very best family vacations.
We started in Gilmanton with great expectations of riding into Pittsburgh, NH that same day. NOT! As we rode up into the White Mountains, it started to rain/snow. Call me a wimp, but I'm not riding in snow! I'm from Houston, Texas and we don't do snow here. As we put on our flashers and slowly made our way through the pass, we stopped at the first motel we came across; Shakespeare's Inn in Twin Mountains, NH where we spent the night. Leave it to me to find the only Rastafarian moose in all of New England. The owner was Jamaican as is my husband,,,,go figure.
The next day brought a little better weather and the ride was unbelievable. I just could not wait to get to the Kangamangus Pass. Riding up that pass into the mountains was so far for me the best ride I have taken. The leaves were unbelievable and we even got to see a couple moose.
We made it to Pittsburg late that night. What a treacherous ride! Twisting and winding logging roads in the rain at night. We reached our destination; The Buck Rub Pizza Pub and Lodge! I was never so happy to see a bar in my life. We pulled in, I parked my bike, went directly to the bar, didn't pass go or shed my leathers, ordered 2 shots of Tequila and all was right with the world again.
Early the next morning we headed across to Maine and a ride down the coast. We ended up staying in Ogunquit at the Horseman's Inn right on the water. The following day the bikes were due back in Boston but we were not ready to take them back. We called and arranged to keep them an extra day. We traveled around the Ogunquit area checking out the sites and then eventually riding down and ending up in Hampton, NH. We rented a cottage for the night. It was a short walk to the water and that night the owner lit a fire in a pit and I enjoyed the company of a couple that was on vacation from Canada.
We were up early the following morning. The trip was over and it was time to return the bikes. What a great 4 days! Not many women will be as fortunate to spend time riding motorcycles with their son as I was. An extra bonus was having my daughter, daughter in-law and 2 of my six grandchildren along. The only thing that could have made it better were if my son in-law and my other grandchildren could have been there with us. Maybe next time.
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