Certain parts of New Hampshire got a much worst bump from the recent Hurricane Irene this past Sunday, but the White Mountains got hit with a pretty good whip lash as well.
The rivers were raging wild and the winds were swirling every which way on Sunday, so we stayed indoors where it was safe (except for one brief excursion to buy a large veggie pizza, which was most definitely an emergency run…obviously.)
But with the sun out the very next day, we wanted to get out. We wanted to move. Explore!
The White Mountains closed down the entire forest due to the storm on Sunday, and some of the roads have been severely damaged, which means…obviously…closed roads to specific areas.
But did we let this get us down? No, of course not. We still had our walking sneakers. We still had plenty of gorp. And we still had plenty of sunshine.
Plenty of opportunities for (safe and) gorgeous trail walks, outside of the closed roads of New Hampshire.
My concern is for the people who live within some of these areas of damaged roads. Some people are literally stuck until repairs, or at least byways, can be put in. There are literally roads with big gaps missing in the middle. It’s crazy!
Looking at the weather though, you’d never guess that a hurricane had torn through just one day before.
The most perfect summer weather with a nip of autumn in the air. Delicious.
After our nature walkin’, we were all getting hungry, so we headed to Lincoln for the Common Man (our newest favorite restaurant in that area.)
The atmosphere is so quaint, homey and country.
There’s a cheese table when you first walk in, with two soft cheese spreads and a hard cheddar cheese. It’s a “help yourself” serving station.
The bread is served warm with a whipped, creamy butter. Which, by the way, I hardly ever use. Because the bread is also warm and fluffy and perfect all on its own. Especially the date walnut bread which I still dream about sometimes. Just sayin’.
Dad ordered the Baby Back Ribs…
Mom ordered the Lobster Mac ‘N Cheese (yes, it was even better than it sounds!!)
Mom let us all take dips into her dish, and it was heavenly. Much like the experience I had up on the Top of the Hub in Boston, when I first popped a cheese soaked morel mushrooms into my mouth. Heavenly.
Lobster and mac ‘n cheese. It’s a win-win.
And then I did what I swear I’ll never do before I inevitably always change my mind.
I ordered the salmon.
Dad makes the best salmon I have ever tasted, so it’s risky business for me to order salmon. Usually, honestly, I’m sorely disappointed because I’m such a snob when it comes to the type and the way it’s prepared. This wild caught coho salmon, however, was soft and tender and full of flavor. Not quite Dad’s salmon but still tasty in its own right. 😉
Dad and I decided to split the Toll House Cookie Pie for dessert, which…well…no words. Mom kept asking us if it was good, and I couldn’t even speak. It was like I had been transported away somewhere and I had nothing but hot fudge and ice-cream and white chocolate shavings and walnuts and buttery hot, under-cooked chocolate chip cookies to think about.
I don’t eat desserts all too often, but when I do, I want them rich.
THIS. Was rich. Bordering on sinful, actually, with it’s crackly crust and thick hot fudge. Dad said it should be outlawed…ha. Delicious.
Thank you, Common Man for yet another deliciously delightful excursion. 😀
I’m typing this on a Tuesday morning with my coffee in hand, tying my sneakers as we speak, waiting for everyone to wake up so Dad and I can head out for a short little (most likely HILLY) run.
I can’t really believe we’ll already be heading home later this morning. The weekend has just flown by, as vacation days always seem to do.
Sigh. New Hampshire? As always…I will miss you.
QUESTION: Did Hurricane Irene effect you where you live?