home again, home again, jiggety jig...

...home again, home again, jiggety jog! sead is over--or at least the students have gone home and i don't have to stay in hanover anymore. it was good to see pam's little red fit in the drive when i came around the corner saturday afternoon. she was just home from her own trip up to the white mountains resting and hiking with old amc friends, cami and jenny. we made an alternative version of the black rice salad i experimented with earlier this summer and enjoyed a mellow dinner out on the back porch. as we ate we planned a hike for sunday morning. when i woke it was raining but by the time pam got up it was looking better. as we took off for cardigan, we decided to try the west side parking lot even though on most summer weekends it is full. i figured maybe the rain would slow them down some and we were still early. to our luck, the lot was pretty empty.

we started out on the ski trail, taking the first two sections skirting a few larger groups. back on the west ridge trail and most of the way up, just before clifford's bridge, we turned onto the skyland trail, cutting over to the south ridge. i was pretty sure pam had never been on it and also convinced she would love its moss covered surrounds. the light was slanting through the fog and trees, lighting up the green covering all the fallen timber and the rocky ledge that sticks out. the pictures below give one a bit clearer taste: the left looks uphill to the east, and the right looks downhill to the west.

it was also really quiet as there were enough kids on the mountain to fill the bus we saw parked down below. while adults can be really noisy when hiking, youngsters will likely be, especially when in large groups. with impeccable timing, we popped out onto the rock on the south ridge and heard a bunch of young girls coming up that trail.

fortunately that group was stopping, and we kept going. passing the fire warden's cabin down the eastern flank, we hit the steep, open rock and started flexing the calf muscles, climbing on our toes, for most of that last section. at the top, but still below the summit, i sat and waited for pam. some folks passed going down and said something to pam as she came up. "it seems like you are coming up over the edge of the world." i knew that would get a response from pam. "oh, don't say that. i can't look back." she made it without falling off any "edge", and we rested there, deciding not to go the last 100 yards and avoid the other half of that large group of young girls along with other hikers already up there.

going up cardigan is a fairly regular thing for us and after today, i bet the skyland trail cutover to south ridge becomes a favorite of pam's.

take a hike...

into the mountains! since coming home from maine, my play outdoors has shifted from the beach to the lawn and garden, hills and mountains--though with the good rains we have had lately, it sometimes seems like it is almost as wet. speaking of rain, immediately after unpacking, i started in on weeding the lush growth out in the garden. gandhi's favorite edible plant, purslane, was starting to take over. running the cultivator through rows quickly clogged the tines and i found myself hauling the uprooted plants to the end of the rows. again the next day, i was out doing close in work around individual plants in their rows. a steady rain made weeding easy, but a bit on the muddy side, at least on the hands. i was off to a week of sead that evening and wanted to leave things fairly clean before going so i stuck to it for a long while.

my part in the summer enrichment at dartmouth, sead, was teaching a comix seminar. i had started this class in the previous sead iv and was looking forward to doing it again. this cohort, also in their fourth and final year, just graduated high school and most were headed to college in the fall--some of those missing were already there in early start programs. activities outside of the classroom included plenty of outdoor play time. i got in a game of soccer and one of ultimate frisbee on the green during the afternoon free times. on thursday, we bussed out of hanover headed to the moosilauke ravine lodge up beyond warren nh.

very early on friday morning, more than a dozen of us trooped up the mountain, or at least started. turns out one scholar and one staff made it just about to treeline when time dictated they turn back. the two 'jack rabbits' i ended up following actually went right by the turn onto the trail everybody else took. in their defense it was still pretty dark, though i was already thinking of turning off my headlamp. 20 meters ahead of me--and just out of site in the dimness and trees--they went charging past the two orange 'gorge brook' and 'snapper' signs. having skied the mtn. dozens of times and hiked it more than a handful, i didn't stop them, but did speed up a bit to catch them. right as the snapper tee'd into the carriage road we stopped for a sip of water and i told them of their alternate route.

they didn't seem at all bothered, and i figured jay wouldn't mind as long i didn't lose them. after a short break for one to throw up at the glenn cliff junction, we continued up into denser and denser fog/cloud. the weather was not unusual. of all the times i had been up there, most of them had been either socked in or precipitating--snow in the winter / rain in the summer. weather is more likely to be extreme up this high than sunny and pleasant. right along a spine, where the trees are just above head high, i told the two we called the section, "the icy sluice of death" as it often forms a narrow, wind blown tunnel of rime.




soon enough we were above treeline on the large south-eastern shoulder leading up to the summit. even though we had slowed our pace some, i figured we would be the first ones up there, unless of course jay decided to run ahead of the others trying to catch us. we were not to be caught since we were not even on the same trail. that meant he would be sitting alone and wondering, well they are strong hikers and are with koby...what could possibly go wrong. fortunately, nothing did--beyond the 'going too fast and drinking too much water' hurling event. sure enough, a gnomish, shadowy figure appeared as we topped out on the summit.








after a quick couple of photos we headed down to see how the others were fairing. breakfast was at 7:30 and the bus home was due an hour later. if people were going to make it to the top, they had to be pretty high up and moving along. there were two cars that could take some hikers, but at least the two boys and i would have to get down and bus it. we met people soon enough and let two groups continue up and turned back a pair in the back--after congratulating them on getting so high at such an early hour.









when we got down the sun was just rising above a ridge off to the southeast and breakfast was getting to the tables of the sleepy non-hikers. after changing out my sweaty shirt for a dry one, i thoroughly enjoyed a couple of bowls oatmeal and a stack of pumpkin pancakes before packing and boarding the bus. not a bad day and it was still before 9:00! to top it off, it was birthday.

back to the dorms about 10-ish, we had sometime to unpack and cleanup. it was our next to last full day and there was plenty to do for students and staff. after the whirlwind crunch-time, graduation, and 'prom'/scrap book share can be, we were planning another before-breakfast hike the very last day we would be together. this one was much shorter and, as it turned out, clear and sunny. that morning, about two dozen sead-ers got on the bus and we pulled out a bit after 6:30. we were going to hike to the fire tower on gile mtn. just over the river and through some woods in norwich vermont. everybody made it up the mile or so to the tower and most everybody climbed the forty or so feet to the tower platform. jamie, a former sead staffer, was already there with hot chocolate for the crew!

we got a full breakfast when we got back to the choates and deemed it another fine morning! for those of us who went it seemed like a good way to say goodbye to sead.

make hay (or whatever)...

when the sun shines! i got the kite out on monday and was flying it about in a fairly steady 10-15 mph, down the beach breeze. all of a sudden i noticed a little guy, 8 maybe 9, standing close behind me and following my motions. i asked him if he wanted to fly the kite and he got pretty excited. his name was oscar and he was 8 and going into third grade. it did not take him long at all to get the knack of pushing and pulling the dual strings rather than steering--a bit counter intuitive. i held onto him as the wind was definitely strong enough to drag him down the beach. soon enough his brother oliver, a year older but looking every bit his twin right down to his swim trunks, joined us and took a turn at the controls. oscar didn't want to give it up and hung right close anxious for another go.

he got a second go soon enough as oliver was not as sure of himself and found it hard to overcome the temptation to just steer the thing back and forth. when they changed back the older brother went out to were the kite was swooping down and the younger brother and i practiced dive bombing him. a nice wide expanse of beach at low tide kept us from tangling with any others.


when the tide came back in, the waves got a bit bigger and i packed up the kite and grabbed a skim board. the art of skim boarding is fairly simple in theory, but somewhat complicated in practice. you start by waiting for that wash of a wave to cover a flat area of sand. when i say wait, timing can play a big part in skim success. when the thin covering is actually draining away, and there are no conflicting 'wavelets', is best. take a bit of a run, throw the board down in the direction you want to go, and jump on with both feet. it helps to land with both feet close to the same time and with the force headed more forward than down.



direction plays another big part in skimming. if you head sort of parallel with the beach, above the next wave coming in, you can get a fairly long ride, even spin a few 360's or spin your board while you jump off and then land back on it. if the beach has a pitch to it and you point yourself down, more toward the next wave you can really get some speed and go out into the surf. that is what the pros do and
it can be pretty thrilling to go out turn on a wave and ride it back in. i like trying to hit a wave and have it throw me up so i can do a back flip off the board--when it works you can really get tossed!

speaking about the pros and getting tossed (the link above is to a great skimmer with plenty of others to watch after...), i am far from being that good and for my fiftieth birthday, broke my wrist in one of those classic board riding falls. still, i have some fun and manage to give the waves here in maine a few good runs--including one in costume for the 4th of july!


kevin, mariel, and the boys came over and we got in a couple of sessions of skim boarding. owen was finding the sweet spot for some high speed runs on the pitched sand as the tide came in. he and i went to the other side of the fox island bar and zipped about for quite a while until the sun dipped pretty low and the tide almost turned.


when we weren't skimming we took a good long run on the long boards out on the road. our first direction took us down to percy's to meet pam and mariel for ice cream. the picture below was of the four longboards parked out front as we coned up inside.

coming back, we passed the cabins and went up to what i call the s-curves heading back toward bath. there are some nice long hills and even a couple steep sections in both directions. of course the day before the 4th there was a fair amount of traffic too. i manged at one point to nearly run kevin over as he was walking off the main road and i was coming fast down a side hill and turning onto it. not all that ironically, he was the one wearing pads and a helmet!

nobody died, though clayton did launch a pretty good superman into the grass as he hiked all the way up that side hill and came flying down towards the intersection where he decided he had better abandon 'ship' due to rapidly increasing speed wobble and an unsure ability to slide a corner. right after that episode, some guy stopped and cheered us on both with a thumbs up. as he pulled away, he mentioned that we should "get some helmets and pads--you never know when you're going to need 'em!" true that.

three arbor bamboo boards and one ondar longboard

one other board sport that popham has plenty of is riding the waves on a boogie board. i don't remember who i loaned my board and wet suit to, so i usually borrow one from one of the crew in the cabins, or if the waves are big enough, and harder to get on when it is deeper, i just body surf.



the picture above shows kenny and zoe on boards and that's my bald head sticking out of the foam surfing the body. it is always fun though when the waves get bigger surfing gets faster. on the two cloudy days at the end of the week, we saw some bigger and bigger waves. it also got a little colder, so zoe and i were the two that got in the most rides. sherri, zoe's mum, got one shot that captured the experience of waiting for the 'big one' ...



i don't know if this was the one that crashed over her head, but for all the times that happened she always went back for another smiling.

we have seen bigger surf, but not this year--hopefully next!