The Crawford Notch Outlaws

"Road Closed." The sign leaves little for debate. The State Police Cruiser, blues flashing, parked sideways straddling the yellow line, emphasizes the point. The orange dump truck blocking the road adds muscle to the message.

The rules don't apply to us though. We avoid the sign, the fuzz and the wide load and zoom down into The Notch. Windows down we whip around the corners, riding the edge of the crumbled shoulder. For miles we have the road to ourselves, scarred river banks on one side, bulldozed rock slides on the other.

We're outlaws.

Bridge out ahead! Looks like its the end of the road toots.

We slow down, pull into the dirt parking lot (full of cars belonging to other outlaws), gather our belongs and stroll across the crumbled bridge, waving to the construction workers along the way. Once on the other side, we jump into our getaway vehicle, and speed home.

Yeaaaaahhh. Outlaws.

End of the road toots. The Route 302 Gap as of 9-1-11.