Nearing the end of September, the good days are dwindling down to a precious few, especially with the reliable two weeks of fall rain still ahead. So I set off for another loop up north. My last loop was the Sandwich Notch Road, and the next northerly loop is the Kancamangus Highway, which runs from Conway, NH west to Lincoln 32 miles through the White Mountain National Forest.
It can be difficult to lay yours hands on an actual paper map these days, at least one that has a usable scale, so I had picked these up knowing I would be travelling the White Mountain roads at some point.
It would get into the low seventies today but I put on some thermal underwear anyway. I took my maps and a bottle of water and walked over to get the bike. I packed up some tools to repair a flat tire if it came to that. I started up the F650.
It had been a little cold in the night so I sat there idling and took a shot of the gauges. 10:23 am, 8881 miles on the odometer. It felt good to have the day ahead of me. I set off towards Alton Bay.
Here’s one that’s probably worth 500K instead of 5 million:
I left Wolfeboro on route 28 and headed northeast towards Ossipee to pick up NH 16 , the highway up to Conway.
Out in the middle of nowhere, I pulled onto the shoulder, left the bike running, pulled out my phone and took a few shots including the one above. Then I realized there was a man standing about two feet behind me. I shut the bike off.
He said, “I saw you taking photos and was wondering what you were seeing out there. We have a lot of wildlife in here, but I don’t see any.
I said, “I just liked the colors.”
“Oh I see. Sorry to interrupt.”
He got in his truck and backed up about 50 feet so I could see anything oncoming as I pulled back into the lane. It’s wasn’t really clear to me what had just happened.
Rural scene above is on Route 16.
Mount Chocorua in the distance.
Covered Bridge in Conway.
I rode a few more miles up 16 to North Conway and bought a sandwich. Came back down and looked for a motorcycle accessory distribution center on Rt 302 but didn’t find it and rode back into Conway.
I like libraries and this building in Conway is one of the best you’ll see anywhere.
From Conway, I started up the Kancamangus Highway and saw this sign:
Another covered bridge a little ways up the Kancamangus, over the Swift River.
I climbed for about 15 miles and reached Kancamangus Pass at 2850 feet:
I started down and eventually got behind a Porsche, following two guys on motorcycles. I watched the bikers up ahead moving through the forest colors, cool air, warm sun, and I imagined them roaming carefree on the planet, enjoying the fun of it. Since I was also riding, it sort of applied to me as well and I momentarily felt lifted out of the normal press of life. A good feeling.
I rolled into Lincoln and took NH 3 down to Plymouth, staying off the 93 Interstate. I gassed up again near Plymouth State University. Bought a snack and rested a bit.
Stopped by Squam Lake in Holderness and took another library shot.
Back to Lake Winnipesaukee, I stopped at the Weirs and took this picture of the Mount Washington cruise ship with the Doris E next to it and the Sophie C nearest the camera. These last two are both US Mail boats servicing the island summer homes on the big lake.
Back home after about 6 1/2 hours and 176 miles.
The F650 is just about the ideal bike for cruising the roads of New Hampshire. It’s very nimble, effortlessly swerving around road hazards and bumps. I can stop and turn it around easily and slip into any little spot to park, so exploring and looking at things is easier than in a car. It takes the unavoidable bumps on the frost-torn back roads and I can smooth it out even more by momentarily leaning forward. The front of the seat rises up under the rear of the fuel tank and if I grip that part of the seat with my thighs my butt comes up off the seat as I lean forward. The bike has plenty of power and the mild vibes tell me what the engine is doing. It ran flawlessly, as usual.