Where's Liz? Scenes from NH & VT
Posted: Fri Oct 24, 2008 3:06 pmBefore autumn is completely past, I wanted to share some scenes from my time in NH and VT.
I arrived at my brother’s camp on the edge of the White Mt. National Forest on September 1st. Things were still pretty green.
As the weather cooled, we enjoyed the fire pit.
Some flora and fauna…Monarch butterfly
Purple clover
Colorful Fungi
Treeshrooms
Ring-necked pheasant
Hairy woodpeckers
Tree gnome
Wild turkeys
Turkey trot? These two hens were in a fight to death with necks totally entwined…until Roe broke up the fight and they took flight.
Days were filled with pickling cucumbers, making pepper relish and homemade spaghetti sauce, and picking late raspberries…
Riverview Farm had all the fall activities…apple, blueberry, raspberry picking, pumpkins and sunflowers, a corn maze, etc.
My brother and I climbed Blueberry Mountain twice, once in early Sept. and again in early Oct. My SIL dropped us off at the trailhead
Part-way up
On the summit
View from the top looking west towards mts. in VT
View in Oct. near peak foliage, but a cloudy day.
After walking the through-trail, we were in walking distance back to camp.
Bandit (left) returned to the cabin where he was born and visited his mother. She was not amused.
Camp has indoor plumbing but there’s also this deluxe outhouse available for emergencies.
Foggy morning
We visited the camp my father built on Goose Pond in the 1950s. It looks much the same as it did then when we enjoyed many weekends fishing, boating and swimming. Peeking inside, we saw the octagonal table and chairs he made still in its place on the porch.
I rode with my brother to northern NH as he did some right-of-way work for the telephone company. Here are some scenes from that trip.
Near the Canadian border
Beaver Brook Falls Recreation area
I left camp and spent 3 days at Queechee Gorge State Park in VT.
View of the gorge looking down from the bridge
Although I grew up near here, I had never seen the gorge from the bottom, so the first trail I took was to the Ottaqueechee River below.
The interpretive trail through a hemlock forest reminded me how to recognize the tree by the flat needles with a white stripe on the underside.
Bandit enjoyed his outside time at our campsite and spent his time on chipmunk patrol.
He could see, but not reach, the chipmunks in the woods.
The next morning Roe and I took another trail to Deweys Mills Pond.
Early fishermen in the fog
The Sumac was colorful, overlooking the dam
Back at camp…here are scenes nearby as the colors neared peak.
View from the porch…that’s Black Mt. which I climbed in 2006 after my 2nd chemo treatment….a symbolic victory.
The driveway to my brother’s camp is just beyond the red house
Sugar Hill was having a fall festival/flea market. A bluegrass band was playing on the green
Just riding around, leaf peeking
A walk in the woods near camp
Hope you enjoyed. God’s creations surround us with beauty any time of year, any time of day, but in the fall, I think He gives in such abundance, I am constantly in awe.
I arrived at my brother’s camp on the edge of the White Mt. National Forest on September 1st. Things were still pretty green.
As the weather cooled, we enjoyed the fire pit.
Some flora and fauna…Monarch butterfly
Purple clover
Colorful Fungi
Treeshrooms
Ring-necked pheasant
Hairy woodpeckers
Tree gnome
Wild turkeys
Turkey trot? These two hens were in a fight to death with necks totally entwined…until Roe broke up the fight and they took flight.
Days were filled with pickling cucumbers, making pepper relish and homemade spaghetti sauce, and picking late raspberries…
Riverview Farm had all the fall activities…apple, blueberry, raspberry picking, pumpkins and sunflowers, a corn maze, etc.
My brother and I climbed Blueberry Mountain twice, once in early Sept. and again in early Oct. My SIL dropped us off at the trailhead
Part-way up
On the summit
View from the top looking west towards mts. in VT
View in Oct. near peak foliage, but a cloudy day.
After walking the through-trail, we were in walking distance back to camp.
Bandit (left) returned to the cabin where he was born and visited his mother. She was not amused.
Camp has indoor plumbing but there’s also this deluxe outhouse available for emergencies.
Foggy morning
We visited the camp my father built on Goose Pond in the 1950s. It looks much the same as it did then when we enjoyed many weekends fishing, boating and swimming. Peeking inside, we saw the octagonal table and chairs he made still in its place on the porch.
I rode with my brother to northern NH as he did some right-of-way work for the telephone company. Here are some scenes from that trip.
Near the Canadian border
Beaver Brook Falls Recreation area
I left camp and spent 3 days at Queechee Gorge State Park in VT.
View of the gorge looking down from the bridge
Although I grew up near here, I had never seen the gorge from the bottom, so the first trail I took was to the Ottaqueechee River below.
The interpretive trail through a hemlock forest reminded me how to recognize the tree by the flat needles with a white stripe on the underside.
Bandit enjoyed his outside time at our campsite and spent his time on chipmunk patrol.
He could see, but not reach, the chipmunks in the woods.
The next morning Roe and I took another trail to Deweys Mills Pond.
Early fishermen in the fog
The Sumac was colorful, overlooking the dam
Back at camp…here are scenes nearby as the colors neared peak.
View from the porch…that’s Black Mt. which I climbed in 2006 after my 2nd chemo treatment….a symbolic victory.
The driveway to my brother’s camp is just beyond the red house
Sugar Hill was having a fall festival/flea market. A bluegrass band was playing on the green
Just riding around, leaf peeking
A walk in the woods near camp
Hope you enjoyed. God’s creations surround us with beauty any time of year, any time of day, but in the fall, I think He gives in such abundance, I am constantly in awe.
