Bennington

I know I said that I was going to do part 2 of Peterborough this week, but I decided to wait and do part 2 as the last post about my New Hampshire tour. It made sense to me that since I started here, I should end here and bring my blog full circle…starting and ending at home.

I had every intention of staying at my desk this morning and catching up on some things that I’ve gotten way behind on, but I looked out my window and the fog was thick with a few breaks of blue sky peeking thru. I couldn’t resist getting out. Today I went to Bennington, NH. I know that Powder Mill Pond has some great color this time of year and the fog should only make it better. Powder Mill Pond can be easily accessed from Rt. 202.

After leaving Rt 202, I took a left at Rt 47, also known as Old Hancock Road. Just before you get into Bennington Center, if you look to the right, you can see the dam…

This is the view just above the dam. I was beginning to worry that the weather wasn’t going to co-operate. I headed back towards town center and came across the town hall. It always amazes me how in a 1/10 of a mile, the skies can change from looking decidedly ominous to clearing, with patches of bright blue…

Further up Rt 47, I came to a great view of Crotchet Mountain, seen across an open field…

I was nearing the town line, so I retraced my path back towards the center of town. I turned right onto Main Street and then kept left onto Antrim Road. I knew this would bring me past the Monadnock Paper Mill. As I traveled under the old train trestle, I found a place to park and spent the next half hour or so taking pictures of the Contoocook River…

After returning to Rt 202, I ventured up Pierce Hill Road where I found this. I love stone walls and open fields…

At the first crossroad I came to, I took a left (I think I turned onto North Road). Not very far down the road, I came across a farm with llamas. There were quite a few of them and they seemed very curious about the jeep that slammed on the brakes and the obviously mad woman who emerged with camera in hand…

The entire time I spent photographing the llamas, a very noisy crow kept me company…

It wasn’t that I got tired of the llamas, but I knew I couldn’t spend the entire morning with them (as tempting as that was), so I moved on. Not even a mile down the road, I saw a church parking lot with some fantastic maples…

Pavement gave way to a well maintained dirt road. I saw a beautiful marsh area, but, my GPS confirmed that I had crossed the town line, so you’ll have to wait for the next blog to see what I saw. I love my jeep and GPS…take me home until next time…