Moving To The Middle of Nowhere
My Gravel Biking Experience In The Upper Valley
I was working as a traveling physician assistant jumping from state to state for a little over two years when a friend messaged me about a job opportunity in New Hampshire. I had nothing to lose by checking it out. A few months later, I hopped on a plane from San Francisco to Boston, rented a car, and drove to the middle of nowhere. The further from Boston I got, the fewer the cars, the thicker the woods, the more mountains appeared. The small “city” I arrived in had a single coffee shop, only one option for basic genres of food, and no one in sight past 8PM. What were people doing here?