Day 4 – New Hampshire Hills

We were up at the crack of dawn again (6:10) to drive up to Lincoln, New Hampshire, to meet Jim Fellows, another New Haven modeller. I first met Jim in person in Hartford at the NMRA convention in 2009.

We drove up Route 113 and despite my paranoia about driving on the right, it all went very well. Breakfast was part way along – home fries at a marketplace. I discovered that you can buy 1.5 litre bottles of wine!

1.5 litre wind bottle

We drove along the Kancamagus Highway to Lincoln. It’s a windy road with views across the White Mountains. All in all it was about 94 miles but longer on the way back as we drove north and came back on the top side of the mountains.

Kancamagus Highway River

Kancamagus Highway view

Kancamagus Highway view

We met Jim at the Hobo Railroad, noticeable for having the Roger Williams – a New Haven prototype train.

The Roger Williams

The Roger Williams

They also had a New Haven Budd car that they were working on which they let us look inside.

Me on the Budd car

NH Budd car


We went off for lunch and then Jim showed us some of his models. It’s great to see them in person after reading about them on the internet for so long.

Jim's models

Jim, Nigel and me:

Jim, Nigel and me

After that, we drove north up the I93 and then onto the 302 for the long trip back to portland. We stopped at Crawford Notch, one end of the Conway Scenic Railroad. It’s a 5 hour return trip from North Conway.

The depot:

Crawford Notch depot

View down the tracks:

View down the tracks

After that we drove down to North Conway. After looking at the locos:

Conway locos

Modelling inspiration:

Yard ground


North Conway turntable

and watching 2 trains come in:

Two locos

Conway Scenic loco

we caught the 4:30 to Conway. We went first class:

First class

and sat on the observation deck:

View from the observation car

Turned round:

Coupling up

And on the way back, right behind the loco, an ex-Maine Central GP7:

Conway scenic loco

After the last 60 miles home, we survived a few wrong turns (it’s not easy reading an ipad sat nav on Nigel’s lap) and made it home.

We ate out (again) at the Petite Jacqueline. I had mussels.