The New Hampshire Hills

New Hampshire, The White Mountains, the land of Lakes, twisting, turning, climbing and diving roads, Heaven on a motorcycle. Blue skies, fluffy white clouds, pine shadowed dells, and bridges over dark fir lined streams. The smell of the forests, ponds, and lakes. Indian head, old man in the mountain (used to be), the flume, Clarke's trading post, Franconia Notch, Crawford notch...
The bikes roar on, my friends cruise along, finding themselves. 

Winding down paved pathways with the music of exhaust notes trailing behind they go, and further behind I find myself, sitting back against the backrest, mesmerized, staring blankly ahead, my mind somewhere else, as my view doesn't change....

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