Day 2

I was up early and cleaned up in the rest area bathroom, fresh clothes and all. Decided to stay off of interstates. Pretty much have the road to myself and I just saw a family of wild turkeys. I also passed by a couple walking through a park. They both had their hands behind their heads. I instantly began scanning the park for the executioner. Do I have morbid thoughts…?
Crossed into Vermont and drove all the way to Newport on scenic by-ways and back roads. Vermont is beautiful. It's all mellow, happy dogs (this is Labrador country) laying freely in their yards, old, weathered cemeteries, dilapidated barns, houses with cracked and peeling paint, and decomposing covered bridges. I'm not taking many pictures. It usually takes me a bit to get in the mood. Plus, I don't want to go slamming on my brakes if there's a car behind me. Thoreau was right; this whole area is basically dense woods interrupted by small meadows. And lakes. It's all trees and green and moisture. Everywhere you look there's mist rising from some unseen source in the trees.
I have fallen in love with Lake Willoughby and want to come back here to cabin or something one summer.
I've realized I want to avoid certain towns. They're TOO picturesque. Pukishly so. Newport was almost that way, and Littleton. And man, you should see how grotesquely adorable some of these places like Lincoln & Woodstock are. Ugh.
The rest area I selected form my Rand McNally is nowhere to be found. I don't want to continue through NH on my selected scenic byway for two reasons: 1. it's dark and rainy, so it won't be so safe, 2. Why would I drive a scenic byway when I can't see. I've driven into the national forest a bit and found a trailhead to park and sleep for the night. It is DARK. I'm a little nervous about park rangers, but whatever. A girl's got to do what a girl's got to do.
I read, listen to music, and eventually fall asleep.