The White Mountains Region is a tourism region designated by the New Hampshire Division of Travel and Tourism. It is located in northern New Hampshire in the United States and is named for the White Mountains, which cover most of the region. The southern boundary of the region begins at Piermont on the west, and runs to Plymouth, then to Conway, and east to the Maine border. The northern boundary begins at Cushman, runs to Berlin and then east to the Maine border. The region to the north is known as the Great North Woods Region, which should not be confused with the larger and more general Great North Woods.
The region includes much of Coos County and parts of Grafton County and Carroll County.
Major towns and cities in the region include:
- Littleton
- Whitefield
- Bethlehem
- Berlin
- Gorham
- North Conway
- Plymouth
- Conway
- Lincoln
- Campton
The region is bisected into east and west portions by Interstate 93 (from Plymouth to Littleton). Other major highways in the region include U.S. Highway 302 (Wells River to Conway), New Hampshire State Route 16 (from Gorham to Conway), State Route 10 (from Littleton to Piermont), and U.S. Route 2 from Lancaster to Shelburne. U.S. Highway 3 also parallels I-93, except north of Franconia Notch, where it branches off to Twin Mountain and Whitefield.
The Cohos Trail and Appalachian Trail both traverse the White Mountains region.
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