Raymond
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The subject header probably says it all.
Last week I tried to drive Route 12 from Lewis, New York, to Upper Jay, but didn't make it all the way. We went 4.1 miles on the dirt road, starting where Seventy Road goes right, which took us beyond the height-of-land, over a stream that looked as if it had been filled in with chunks of asphalt, over three chassis-rattling gullies... but we were stopped at a sharp right-hand turn by a mud wallow that had foot-deep ruts on one side and a puddle of indeterminate depth in the middle. Reluctantly—extremely reluctantly, because I didn't want to have to drive over again what I'd just driven over—I turned around and got back to Lewis in one piece. No harm done.
Back in 1998, I took my ’86 Corolla a ways down Notch Road (by Mount Greylock, toward North Adams), but I wouldn't want to risk my relatively-new ’99 like that. The road was so bad, Susan had to get out and walk a couple places, to lighten the load for clearance's sake. Maybe it was just a coincidence, but not long after that ’98 journey, the car needed a new gas tank.
So how are those roads in New Hampshire and Maine for ordinary autos?
I read recently that the Wiggle Brook bridge was gone, but that's of little consequence if I can't get within 20 miles of it without renting a high-riding truck. (As if Hertz would appreciate that!)
Last week I tried to drive Route 12 from Lewis, New York, to Upper Jay, but didn't make it all the way. We went 4.1 miles on the dirt road, starting where Seventy Road goes right, which took us beyond the height-of-land, over a stream that looked as if it had been filled in with chunks of asphalt, over three chassis-rattling gullies... but we were stopped at a sharp right-hand turn by a mud wallow that had foot-deep ruts on one side and a puddle of indeterminate depth in the middle. Reluctantly—extremely reluctantly, because I didn't want to have to drive over again what I'd just driven over—I turned around and got back to Lewis in one piece. No harm done.
Back in 1998, I took my ’86 Corolla a ways down Notch Road (by Mount Greylock, toward North Adams), but I wouldn't want to risk my relatively-new ’99 like that. The road was so bad, Susan had to get out and walk a couple places, to lighten the load for clearance's sake. Maybe it was just a coincidence, but not long after that ’98 journey, the car needed a new gas tank.
So how are those roads in New Hampshire and Maine for ordinary autos?
I read recently that the Wiggle Brook bridge was gone, but that's of little consequence if I can't get within 20 miles of it without renting a high-riding truck. (As if Hertz would appreciate that!)