National Geographic : 1955 Jun
Judith in Rhode Island or to plunge into Maine's north woods after a deer, there are four-lane express roads that will whisk you to your destination. But if you have time, you can follow a dozen more mod est byways with pleasure and profit. Everyone has his own favorite scenic route. A good argument can be made out for the horse shoe formed by New Hampshire 16 and U. S. 2 and 3. This loop snakes " north through New Hampshire's bright-blue lakes, past Chocorua and Conway, and threads its way through the notches and the misty forests gir dling the Presidential Range. The craggy pro file of the Old Man of the Mountains looms along it; and at Jackson, Fran conia Notch, and Gilford aerial tramways stand ready to lift you up near by peaks. You can drive your own car-or take a train-to the summit of Mount Washington (page t,I i, 764). Another brilliant tour traces the sandy hook of Cape Cod from Buzzards Bay to Provincetown. The limited-access U. S. Highway 6, cleaving the spine of this seagirt peninsula, offers sudden dazzling glimpses of beaches laced with surf, tawny marshes, and white spires thrust above tree mantled village greens. But only by jogging along the slower coastal roads will the traveler learn 743 National Geographic Photographer B. Anthony Stewart anything of Sandwich's Paul Revere Rides Forever Vigilant at Old North Church placid loveliness, Wian- The church's sawed-off steeple (beyond the flag) lost its spire when Hurri no's elegance, or Truro's cane Carol raked Boston last summer. School children saved pennies for nits reconstruction, now under way. In 1775, lanterns in the belfry-"two if haunting moorlike dunes. by sea"-sent Revere on the ride that sparked the American Revolution.