A stark contrast to its namesake in New York, Rochester here in New Hampshire is a seemingly quiet little town, lots of pretty trees, not a lot of people and noise. And if I want people and noise, I'll go back to New York.

I struggled to find a sign for Rochester, fortunately, firefighters always come through in a pinch.	Contrary to what most places lead to, the white steeple here was darn near a rather lovely river.	The water was rather still, and the trees colorful, so you get to now be stuck looking at them.
... and again...	... and again still.	A dune buggy. Not that we're anywhere near dunes as near as I could tell.