From the first moment this trip was conceived, Gail started talking about how we could ride over the Kancamagus Highway. No doubt it's spectacular and after driving over it dozens of times I can understand being excited to ride over, but I have two beefs (I have a lot of beefs for a vegetarian). I wanted to stop and look at the views everywhere, but the shoulder was way too small on the sharp curves. Maybe when they rebuild it they'll provide some bump-outs for cyclists. The other was the cigarette butts. For a long stretch we were going about 4 mph and I had time to count butts on the shoulder. You do the math, there were 20 in a tenth of a mile and that density appeared to be the norm.