The Flume Gorge and Ride in Cannon’s Aerial Tramway
Fall has finally come again this year with beautiful red, gold, yellow and orange colors hanging on the trees all around. The White Mountains in New Hampshire is one place where you want to be over a weekend just to see these beautiful colors and feel the crisp autumn air and watch the blue skies. As the fresh air penetrates your body, it takes away with it all the dirt and fills the empty spaces with purity. This place is has been a destination for visitors from all over the world and many generations have passed to capture the scenic beauty of the mountains, the trees, the leaves and the drive.
The drive to this place in itself gives a feeling of immense proximity to the nature and the way it has titivated itself. The experience of the long 4 hours drive from Boston to White Mountains in itself was pleasing to the whole group. Although the body was breaking of the pain which instilled in us by sitting in the same position throughout the drive, the excitement was slowly gushing through the veins and taking the pace. The temperature was something that none of us and the hundreds of people in the queue and walking around were looking forward to. The heartwarming views around filled us with unbeatable joy and enthusiasm to further explore the nature.
The walk in the mountain trail started with a slow fervor until we all started taking pictures near different rocks, water fall and the trees. Hanging on the trees re-surfaced the child inside us and the memories of the days when we used to hang on the trees or climb to steal a fruit, was floating in the water like the dry colorful leaves in the waterfall around us. The uphill climb reminded me of the times when a person has to deal with all the difficult situations and keep climbing till he finds an even surface till he find another uphill climb. This sequence kept going on throughout the 4 mile trail till we came back to where we started.
The walk through the woods showed all the colors of fall and life. The life which is full of deep and shallow waters, precipitous and gentle curves, clamber and descend. The trail was a good way to get close to the friends and at the time to your own soul. I remembered “miles to go before I sleep” which instead was “miles to go before I reach”, reach the place from where we started. The trail was enough of a workout for 4 days but this was not over here. Yet to come was the Cannon’s Aerial Tramway.
The Cannon’s Aerial Tramway took almost 100 passengers to 4080 foot hilltop of Cannon Mountain. The experience in the cable car was incredible and it took approximately only 5-10 minutes to reach the summit. During the drive up to the top, one could see the mountains of 4 states and Canada. The staff member in the car mentioned about the surrounding area and the Canadian border. I could hardly listen to what he said since the cold air gushed through the ears making me deaf and my body numb. But I must say that what I saw was out of the world still a part of this world. There were mountains all around with the bright blue skies and the fall colors shimmering in the sunlight that fell on the mountains in patches. One part of mountain looked composed while the other part did all the mischief with the sunlight and the colors that it held.
The beautiful walk to the top of the 360 degree observation through the narrow path was scary. There are points where you could take pictures which will cover the 4080 foot height but at the same time one slip and your existence is a mere memory. The wind was cold or rather freezing and there was a point where we could not feel the cold anymore.
But the overall experience was breath taking and I can see the colors floating around me and the freshness still instills.
Thanks to all the people who made this a memorable trip.
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