That was the standard route up. The direct route goes straight up the south side.
Yeah I saw that trail on the map and decided that was too direct for my tastes. The way I went was plenty steep.
Not being especially familiar with this particular border, do I take it that (a) taxes on liquor are considerably lower in NH than they are in Massachusetts and (b) New Hampshire enthusiastically takes advantage of this?
(One of the enduring memories of my 2008 Deep South road trip was seeing fireworks being sold in huge quantities on the far side of Georgia state lines in all directions).
In Massachusetts, liquor is sold by privately owned stores. In New Hampshire, all liquor stores are owned by the state, and prices are considerably lower. The tax thing appplies to (virtually) all purchases, as New Hampshire has no sales tax (or income tax), but Massachusetts has sales tax on just about everything (except food and clothing). There are liquor stores all over New Hampshire, but there are definitely some located conveniently to the border. People who live near the border in the northeast part of Massachusetts often do all of their shopping in New Hamphshire. I live close enough that it might almost make sense, but I've never made the effort.
(Fireworks are also available in New Hampshire but not Massachusetts.)
I've always been highly amused by the New Hampshire State Liquor Store & Safety Rest Stop on the highway. (And that is exactly how it is labeled.)
Yeah, it is weird that the most reliable place to find liquor stores in NH is at the highway rest stops.
I will note that one of those was the only place I've been thrown out of a liquor store. My offense was having briefly spoken with (outside the store) a group of people that included one underage person, who did not touch any liquor bottles, but who pushed the cart that the other members of the group (his mother and sisters) put bottles in. Everyone in that group l was asked for ID, and he stated up front that he was 20. They were refused service, and after they left they spoke with me (I had been in the mall area outside). As soon as I walked in, I was told that I could not buy any thing and had to leave because I apparently knew those scofflaws. (I was actually accused of being the father of the family, but when I pointed out that I was not even related to them, they were adamant and made me leave.)