Sat outside and watched the sun peak out from behind the mountains.
We had breakfast, packed up all of our stuff and headed to Laconia down I-93.
I have to mention The Profile Motel again before I move on.
The place is cleaner than any hotel or motel I have ever stayed in.
Not fancy , but well maintained and spotless clean with good beds, and not a wallet buster.
I 93....What a highway that is...the surface is almost perfect, it has paved shoulders, rest stops all along ...great signage for motorcycles.
If this is what a toll highway is actually like...I want them here.
We pulled into Laconia without a local map and had no idea where we were going, so we stopped at a Duncan Donuts to ask directions.
Just as we pulled in, a couple on motorcycles pulled up and we asked them for directions.
They could tell by our blank expressions that we were not getting the route, so they said that if we could wait a few minutes, we could follow them in.
We agreed naturally !
They even stopped and waited for us at stop lights we didn't get through.
Rodney and Amy...thanks! You guys are true bikers!
Got our picture taken under the Weir's beach sign.
Wandered around among the crowds.
The lake and the surrounding area would be awesome outside of bike week.
The number of bikes and people was almost oppressing. And we were told this was nothing compared to the 2nd weekend!
Around 2pm we left Laconia by back routes and made our way back to Conway so that we could ride the other side of the Kancamagus trail...through Crawford Notch State Park.
What a great idea that was !
The scenery was insane , it was so pretty .
At one point we pulled over for an extended look at something and we both agreed it was almost like scensory overload.
Quick conference , and we decided we would head back into Vermont for the night, and see how far we got by 6-6:30.
Again..really picturesque country to ride in.
The only downer was having to put my helmet back on. That sucked!
The roads are not up to new Hampshire standards, but they were still better than in Ontario.
We made it to Montpelier Vermont.
It is a nice town...not too big and clean and tidy.
Got a room in a bit of a dump of a motel.
No bed bugs or anything like that...it was clean enough...but just a general air of tired and run down.
We found a small Mexican place in town that served the best burritto I have ever eaten. It was huge.
There were actually 3 other guys from the Ottawa area staying there who were on their way back from Laconia as well. How freaky is that ?
Forget all of their names, but they were certainly nice guys and we had a good long chat about bikes ( they rode jap bikes) , tires ( they swore by Pirelli) , good rides ( the Cabot trail ) ...all of the important stuff.
One of the guys asked us if we had noticed how friendly and helpful the people in New Hampshire, and Vermont for that matter, were.
This was our experience with everybody we met in the 2 states .... they are just nice people.
Simple as that.
It actually felt kind of sad knowing that the next morning we were waking up to head back to Ottawa.
Not that we didn't miss our families and homes...but it seemed to be over, all too fast.
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