I got the chance to sneak away to the White Mountains this weekend. It’s just a long weekend, mostly filled with family stuff. Yesterday, for example, we paid a visit to Clark’s Trading Post, a mildly amusing tourist trap featuring ice cream eating, basketball playing, performing black bears, some rides and museums of antique autos and other americana. Oh, and it has a train that gets chased by “The Wolfman.” Don’t ask.
Anyway, I did get up and out before dawn on Thursday to photograph sunrise at Sugar Hill. Sugar Hill is the site of the annual Lupine Festival, held every spring. It boasts a spectacular view of the White Mountains’ Lafayette Mountain, Mt. Washington and the Presidential Range.
The cloud cover was pretty thick, but a sliver of color peeked through in time for me to get this shot. There were also some lovely pockets of fog dotting the valley that lent a nice mood.
We took our grandson Connor to Clark’s yesterday to see the bears, but he was more intrigued by “The Wolfman’s Hotel.”