It
was a short but steep ride down through Crawford Notch, and when we arrived
at the bottom of the hill, there was a small stream cascading down the
mountainside, over what I believe is granite. This brings up another
cute story. The previous day we had stopped at the tourist information
center in Lincoln, New Hampshire. They had scale models of the mountains
which were interesting to look at - seeing just how the roads snaked through
the mountains. There were the White Mountains and the Green Mountains.
I thought I could figure out pretty easily how the Green Mountains got
their name, but what about the White Mountains? I asked the attendant,
"Why are they called the White Mountains?" She paused for a moment
and responded, "I think it's because of the snow caps that last well into
late spring." A truck driver, who was making a delivery, turned to
me, rolled his eyes and shook his head, and said, "They're called the White
Mountains because of the white granite." Then, with a serious tone
and straight face, the tourist attendant looked at me and said, "Or, maybe
it's the white granite." |