Category Archives: Atmosphere

Taking the Scenic Route

The Kancamagus highway is one of the nicest roads in the Northeast. Running from Lincoln to Conway New Hampshire, it traverses Mt. Kancamagus, headwater of both the Saco and Swift River. It is sometimes difficult to maintain in the winter, but the summer months are a breeze. The area is within a national forest, so the area is managed Federally. The roads, thus, are in very good condition.

Along the highway, you’ll pass many scenic areas. From Lincoln, the first and more hidden openings are trailheads for longer forays. Further along you enter a scenic vista area as the road winds it way up the mountain. The pavement for this serpentine and sometimes hairpin stretch is flat and solid, perfect for a cruise. Coming down is much of the same. Entering the foothills the terrain moderates somewhat as you follow the Swift River. Lucky for the early summer passerby, the river offers many recreational venues. In addition to hike accessible waterfalls and large mountain lakes, the river provides fishing, swimming and limited boating potential.

I first learned about the place as a summer camp student at Waziyatah. Lower falls is an area of the river which offers some thrilling play; here the flow of the river has created some natural waterslides. The experience varies based on how high the river is running, but there is a predictable pattern of water which has, over the centuries, worn some very smooth crevices into the rock. But this ain’t no cheesy kids park. In fact, the area is quite dangerous. Visitors could, theoretically, slip and be seriously injured (but rest assured dear reader, the Feds certainly have a few good lawyers in their arsenal.) These chutes have formed within the larger context of jagged boulders, little swirling pools, and a myriad of river creatures; here nature has allowed mankind to play. On a sunny day, you can swim, scamper between outcroppings, sun, or, if you are brave, ride a little.

But don’t go right in the middle of the day, after all, I’m not the only one to know about this. The region is just south of Franconia via I-93 and is dotted with ski slopes, mostly tasteful amenities and ample other outdoor opportunities from tame to eXtreme.

Be Nice or Leave

Yesterday was a full day in NOLA. I arrived at Union Station on Monday evening at about 8 after a long but very pleasant train trip. I took the Amtrak Crescent from Penn Station (NYP) all the way to New Orleans (NOL.) To make the long trip more bearable I upgraded to a sleeper car, otherwise knows as a Roomette. Calling it a room is a bit of a stretch, but the perks of taking first class sleeper service make the trip worthwhile. In addition to having a dedicated attendant (snacks / turn down service / baggage handling / chatting / etc…) all meals in the dining car are included. Was the dining car akin to the white glove pullman service of the past? Well, not quite, but the food was good and the company (seating is communal,) lively. I had one particularly pleasing conversation with a couple heading down for a notary conference; I always look forward to meals on trains as you find that everybody has an interesting story; I was able to practice my questioning/discovery skills which hopefully will serve me well in my future endeavors.

We saw two places yesterday, neither of which was perfect. Today we have a few more appointments. The two guys who I had yet to meet are good people and I think that we will be able to live together without too much drama. Since I missed it last time I was able to stop by Perlis on Magazine St. Talk about a good store… it’s preppy heaven. I picked up a fleur-de-lis belt which is very NOLA and very cute.

The hilight of the day, though, was the evening’s food and entertainment. We ate at Jaques-Imo’s, a New Orleans institution famous for, among other things, alligator cheesecake. I had crawfish etouffee which was some of the best and most flavorful I have ever tasted. My dining partners were likewise pleased with their crab stuffed catfish and roux.

After a pleasing meal we headed over to the Maple Leaf which, though it appeared to be a regular bar, slowly began to fill up as the time approached for the main act. As the anticipation and energy grew, seven men took the stage and the Rebirth Brass Band started with a bang. If anything is typical to New Orleans it is the tradition of the brass band, and as far as brass bands go, Rebirth is known as one of, if not the best. And let me tell you, this reputation is well deserved. These guys are first class showmen, and their songs had the crowd (me included) jumping and jiving. Their fantastic cover of Steve Miller’s Fly Like an Eagle was out of this world groovy. I danced for what seemed like hours, and would highly recommend Rebirth to anyone visiting NOLA.

We’re about to head out for our first appointment, so please send some good vibes to our housing hunt!

To Storytelling

I have been fortunate to have surrounded myself with people of good taste throughout my life; as such, I have gained knowledge of many things to which I would not have otherwise been exposed. One rather prosaic example is TV shows either from the past or that I have just not seen.

As a boy and teen, I would summer visiting my grandmother on the Jersey Shore. Gram was a bit past her days of swimming in the ocean, but had a membership to a wonderful beach club where I would pass the time riding the waves, working on my stroke, and yes, visiting the snack bar. In addition to this idyllic play, I’d spend the evenings in the crisp chill of her apartment studying my haftorah, playing with my cousins or watching TV.

As in most markets, Jeopardy and Wheel of Fortune were both on back to back. Although she claimed to be in for Jeopardy, we always seemed to settle into attention when the wheel began to spin.

Another classic was Hawaii 5-0 which pitted Steve McGarrett against various nefarious characters hanging about our most lovely of states. The arch-villain, the one to whom even the venerable McGarrett was impotent, was always referred to by Gram with reverence and hushed voice… “Wo-Fat!”

It was in among this almost maniacal reverence where I came to see the importance of plot, predicability and character. In this most American of mediums was to be found justice, growth, and perhaps even fortune. And as we read, did crossword puzzles and otherwise multitasked, it felt for a minute that we were wiser and that we had learned.