The Old Trestle
Dense branches arch over the narrow tracks, creating a natural canopy that filters the sunlight and casts dappled patterns on the ground. As you venture deeper into the White Mountains of New Hampshire, the sound of rustling leaves accompanies the gentle creak of the old train trestle that stands in quiet repose. Once a vital artery of transport, the weathered beams now tell a story of time, nature, and the passage of travelers long gone. This hidden gem invites exploration and reflection, offering a glimpse into history framed by the majesty of the mountains.
Photo © copyright by Kristen Wilkinson.
Dense branches arch over the narrow tracks, creating a natural canopy that filters the sunlight and casts dappled patterns on the ground. As you venture deeper into the White Mountains of New Hampshire, the sound of rustling leaves accompanies the gentle creak of the old train trestle that stands in quiet repose. Once a vital artery of transport, the weathered beams now tell a story of time, nature, and the passage of travelers long gone. This hidden gem invites exploration and reflection, offering a glimpse into history framed by the majesty of the mountains.
Photo © copyright by Kristen Wilkinson.
Dense branches arch over the narrow tracks, creating a natural canopy that filters the sunlight and casts dappled patterns on the ground. As you venture deeper into the White Mountains of New Hampshire, the sound of rustling leaves accompanies the gentle creak of the old train trestle that stands in quiet repose. Once a vital artery of transport, the weathered beams now tell a story of time, nature, and the passage of travelers long gone. This hidden gem invites exploration and reflection, offering a glimpse into history framed by the majesty of the mountains.
Photo © copyright by Kristen Wilkinson.
