One of the best aspects of New Hampshire is its size. Today I headed out, and was able to take photos in two of our major regions. I first stopped in the lakes region. It was still fairly early, and there was plenty of room at the town pier. The weather was beautiful and I soon shed my sweatshirt I had walked out of the house with. The sun shone down bright on the calm lake. I watched a bright yellow float plane circle the lake before setting down. There were also several boats cruising the water. Yet they moved slowly, leaving the surface of the lake calm.
Then I headed North. I reached the mountains near midday and found it hot and humid. Many people were headed the same way as well. Due to traffic, my original plan to go into Conway was quickly scrapped. Yet there are many other things to do in The Whites. I headed over the Kancamagus Highway. The beautiful green mountains rose up, all around me. Here and there I saw a small bit of color, a sign that Fall would soon be here. I stopped at turnoffs, and gazed at the mountains and rivers. I drove on, the warm Summer sun hitting my legs, nothing before me but open road.
Maybe that is the way our lives are supposed to be. We spend so much time planning, and structuring that we forget to live. Sometimes we just need to let go and see where the road takes us. I just went with the flow today, and it turned into into a great day.