White in Whitefield
I arrived home at 2:30 this morning after my live report from Whitefield, NH last night. On Google Maps, Whitefield is 160 miles from Boston. It’s nearly 3 hours away and I think it was about the farthest distance I’ve traveled, by car, for a story in a long time, maybe ever.
We didn’t get the word that we’d be going to the mountains of New Hampshire until about 6:00pm. And I knew I was in trouble. Of all days, I left my rain/snow pants and boots in my car. I thought twice about it that afternoon when I parked my car, but I didn’t grab it (darn!). So on the way up north, we had to stop and get me some boots and socks!
We arrived at the foothills of the Twin Mountain area around 8:00pm. The sun had just set and it was spectacular. I wish I got video and didn’t just snap shots with my cell phone; but I was harried!
It was 9:00pm by the time we interviewed several locals, who were so sweet to talk to us. They were all genuinely surprised to see us. Apparently last spring snow is part of living in Whitefield, so they didn’t know why it was such a big deal. I had to explain, snow on tulips is unusual for us in Boston.
We had a live story for the 10:00pm and the 11:00pm shows. All went smoothly. Then it was the long ride home. The moon was full, the mountain range stunning, but my flipcam and cell phone camera couldn’t capture the beauty. I guess I’ll just have to return another time, when I’m not working, to fully enjoy its beauty.