The title of this post is “Peterborough Peterborough Ya-Ya-Ya”. So, you may be wondering, what the heck is that about? Well, when we lived in New Hampshire back in the mid-90s and my kids were really young, we would always go to Pack Monadnock which is a hill just outside of Peterborough, NH. Sometimes, I would drive up the hill and we would hike around the top of the hill, or I would put a kid in the backpack and do the 1.4 miles up and back. Then, we would go down to Peterborough and eat at the Peterborough Diner. A fine establishment that has been around since like 1936.
Pack Monadnock mountain is located 7 miles east of Peterborough and about 20 miles west of Milford, NH. It is at 2, 290 feet elevation. The term “pack” is an Indian term for “little” or Little Monadnock. There is a Mount Monadnock west of Pack Monadnock in between Peterborough and Dublin, Nh. (Dublin is the home of the Farmers Almanac by the way). On a clear day, you can see Vermont to the west and Boston’s skyline to the southeast. If you look northeast, you may even see the White Mountains on a clear day.
As you are hiking up the mountain, you learn quickly why they call New Hampshire the granite state. Not only are you either tripping, walking over and climbing granite, there are large granite boulders sticking out all around. You are not going to find much shale or sandstone here. Trees consist of pines, birch and maples. When there is a lot of snow in the winter, Monadnock provides a good source of water that feeds into the Merrimack River system to the east and the Connecticut River to the west.
So, I traveled to Boston to pick up my daughter from school. She is doing a summer internship in Michigan this summer, so we had
to pick her up and bring some of her stuff back. I thought it would be cool to take her up to Milford and show her where she came from. So, we took a little time to visit Milford. Our favorite place to eat on the oval was called Lucile’s. Well, she retired and it reopened as “Cafe on the Oval” in Milford. They had taken over the old space and have now moved into the old music store on the corner of the oval. So, we made a special trip to Cafe on the Oval to have breakfast. They are still known for their Homemade Breads. The food was excellent. It’s a good part of any itinerary if you are traveling around the Monadnock region.
So, we then checked out our old house. The highlight of that moment was the tree Tamara and I transplanted from the back yard. It is awesome now! The house? My Mom is originally from the south, so I can say it. They have turned the yard into a hillbilly landscape. They junked up the back yard. They leveled the trees and put a metal fence around the back yard. It just does not fit. Oh well, I guess we should have stayed there, if we wanted it to be different.
The tree on the far right close to driveway, we planted 20 years ago.
So, I decided to take my daughter to a river trail where we used to go hiking all the time. On the trail, we had our very own Pooh Sticks Bridge. One time, my daughter took my tea back and threw it into the water. She even liked to fall into the water herself. One time we were walking and I kept saying, “Don’t walk so close to the river you are going to fall in.” So, what does she do? She falls in. It was spring time, so the river was really strong. I reach down and grab her by the back of her neck, pull her out. She is screaming. Her brother says, “Daddy told you not to walk so close to the water.” She is screaming. It was fun. Well, we could not take the trail, I had forgotten that the state bird in New Hampshire is the mosquito, which is why we always took the trail in early spring and the fall.
So, I thought, Pack Monadnock should not be so bad. Higher the elevation, the less there should be. My daughter was tired and not up to a 1.4 mile hike. She had brought a book anyways, so she stayed in the car reading. I did not come all the way here not to have my time up the mountain. So, I took my hike. The mosquitos were still trying to attack me. I had to keep moving to keep them off. As I got higher, the mosquito population became fewer. I was even able to stop and let my heart rate come down without getting attacked. As you will see from the pictures, the trail was pretty rugged. I ran across one other group of people coming down the trail. I finally made it to the top. There was no one there. For good reason though, it was foggy on top. Which was kind of cool because you could see it moving. I was literally in a cloud. So, I caught my breath and started back down the mountain. I came across one spot that gave me a view that made the trip worth the elevated heart rate and screaming thigh muscles.
So, I climbed back into my car and drove my daughter down to Peterborough. I wanted to show her where she was born at Monadnock Hospital. (If she wasn’t nice to me, I was going to take her back and ask for a refund). We went to the Peterborough History Museum. They have several exhibits worth visiting. Fine pieces of furniture and an amazing story about a wooden bowl that traveled all the way form Ireland in the 1700s and was passed down to generations in Peterborough. Other antique items are also on display along with great boards that provide the timeline of the area and its inhabitants. It’s a small arts community and there are great little restaurants, a theater and book shops. (Yes, people still read books, can you believe it?)
Of course, our journey there ends at the Peterborough Diner. It was put at its current location back in 1936. It has gone through several owners over the years. The people that owned it back in the mid-90s are no longer running it. It is on its third ownership group since that time. The new owners are doing a great job. It is a beautiful little diner. It is true Americana and something we do not have in Indiana. Diners are still a big part of New England culture. So, when I am here in New England, I avoid national chains because the local fair is so much better. After all, why travel if you are not going to try something new?
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