deep into fall.

past peak color now, it's that time of year when a lot of my outdoor time is spent doing lawn & garden shut down chores: digging the potatoes, canning tomato and apple sauces, rebuilding compost piles with this years leaves and the last of the grass clippings. 

despite all that, pam and i have been hiking at least once a week. two weekends back--right at peak color--pam went solo up to cole pond while i did garden stuff. her account was not as colorful as the pictures, but that might have been hard to match.

the next day, we both went up cardigan along with 'the squirrel', aka sawyer. i was in charge of transporting FOC, friends of cardigan, t-shirts to and from the orange fall festival so we got an early start. that was a good thing as the trails got more and more crowded as we came down.

at the top, i spotted the family we had been criss-crossing with on the way up and asked the kids "would you like to see the carving of the girl who chased her handkerchief over the cliff?" soy thought that was a bit bold, but they seemed game--that and their parents came with!

the family posed above the fading image and 188? date carved into the ledge.



when we got back down and to the upper parking lot, i had my key with me and opened up the cellar where the clivus multrum lives. sawyer was game to see the innards of a composting toilet. it was filling up with tp and would have to raked down soon. i actually biked up there thursday and took a picture of the works after i had consolidated things, but before spreading shavings, and 'watering' with the biological.

it's not too bad of job if folks remember to close the toilet seat lids--that keeps the fly population down. this summer wasn't too bad even with people forgetting.


last weekend pam and i went up the wolfboro road where last fall and again this summer we ran into the granite state offroad groups. we were hoping not to see them again. on the way up, i fixed my stream diversion project from july and built a second one where a good bit of water was flowing right down the trail. it was just us at the south peak. we stopped for water, a snack, and a photo shoot with pam demo-ing her leak picker uppers!



on the way down we didn't cross paths with any hikers, bikers, or four wheeled vehicles. which made for a very relaxed jaunt. we drove an alternative road home to go by the andrew place and see if they had any eggs for sale. about half way out, a half dozen or so jeeps and one truck were popping out of the woods at the top of love joy brook road--the end vehicle in front of us had a granite state offroad sticker on its rear window!







that made us both laugh. we were still smiling, even though there were no eggs in the farm stand fridge. the hike was peaceful and beautiful, despite being past peak--a lovely day to go outside and play!

summer may be over, but adventures continue...

wow, i didn't realize i had gone two months without posting a goap! time flies while you are outside playing!

giving you a long list would be tough, with way too much narrative. you probably guessed though, i didn't have a camera along for most of those outings. and when i did have it--like my last training ride with my senior, ken, who is off biking around sicily for two full weeks and a scouting ride with my junior, laura, working on an adventure-gravel route for a possible fund raising event for friends of mascoma--i only managed two shots...






that's ken on the left, in front of grafton pond, and laura on the right, with a turkey feather accenting her helmet. oh wait, i got another picture of 'someone' you might recognize. on both rides, i passed by the 'donald' out on a front yard. he wasn't pointing his finger and bad mouthing anybody as they passed, but he did have the long tie.







two fridays ago: 're-biked' a couple long sections that laura and i had considered possible adventure paths. lest you don't already know, height of land road in grafton, really does ascend a rather large hill--throw in some of spectacle pond road and you climb nearly 1000 feet in three miles. laura and i had pedaled 40-ish miles and climbed about 4000 feet. my solo route was also 40-ish with around 4000 feet of climbing. laura had told me, riding ten miles in new england averages 1000 feet of climbing. one benefit of all that climbing was getting a few good views of cardigan.



two saturdays ago: rolled out the mountain bike and went to check out the x-c trail i have been reestablishing over the summer, climbing a couple of hundred feet from the rail trail up to south road in a little less than a mile. i kept climbing up so. road, turning onto ibey and finding the top of an old snowmobile trail that dropped down to mud pond road. it was still rock-y and root-y where i remember it rocky and rooty and in really good shape everywhere else. coming onto so. road again, i pedaled back up to the top of the running trail. this time, going down hill afforded me time to snap pictures of the varied terrain.



the top starts out in pines coming back into the long abandoned road which leads to a very dense fern section, followed by a mixed fern and softwood section which camouflages some deep, awkward skidder ruts from logging 15 years ago. the last bit, a steep pitch down to the rail trail, goes through some fairly thick woods that obviously wasn't logged that last time.

dropping onto the rail trail at speed, involves turning 90°in about 10 feet before plunging over another steep bit down into some really thick woods. that always makes it pretty exciting--especially when i remember to wonder if anybody else might be using the trail.



two sundays ago: parked the bikes and hiked with pam. the weekend before we had gone up 2 miles on the AT to holt's ledge from the skiway. the idea was to prep for the 4 mile climb up smart's mtn. she was worried the 8 miles round trip would be too much--it wasn't. 

i took a picture at the rocky outcropping where the MOC stops for lunch on our deep freeze overnight. we had hiked it in sept. of 2016 and i took essentially the same view.

on the way down the ranger trail, pam found some fungus that attracted her attention. she is an avid mushroom photographer--as seen in the older post--and stopped to get a couple of images.







this friday past: pedaled past the donald again--now replaced by a fairly large trump flag--up to the huntley graveyard above grafton pond. laura and i were both interested in the abandoned, western end of kinsman highway, hooking that up with oak hill and mud pond roads to start the adventure ride. i had no idea where it came out of the woods but i knew it went in at the graveyard so i decided to ride it backwards. 




not a horrible idea, but it would definitely take some work in the rockiest, washed out sections. mud pond road was in fine shape despite the "no maintenance" sign on the south end. i was a bit worried given the last time i had ridden it with the MOC, we ended up pushing a jeep out of a wicked mud pit. the south gate was closed and locked this time, so maybe they are trying to keep 4 wheeled vehicles out now--that would be nice for us bikers.




this saturday past: speaking of maintenance, pam and i went up town hill for some trail work before winter sets in. there were a few blow downs, but i had a couple of saws along, a chainsaw for the bigger trunks, and a sharp handsaw for the smaller stuff. it was glorious weather and i got kinda lost in the work, coming back down the hill to pam washed up and waiting for me. we were a bit late for a dinner date up to our old neighbors on sawyer hill. 





all in all, we have been really active this summer and now into fall. going outside and playing! has been rich and rewarding. like pam always says, "aren't we lucky?!" indeed we are...

what a difference two weeks and a bunch of sunny days make...

the sun has been shining a lot lately, so i have been outside playing rather than inside posting. but on at least a couple of my adventures, i had a camera along. bike rides two weeks apart gave me the idea for a 'that was then, this is now' display.

back on thursday, july 11th, we had a significant rain event. it rained, hard, all day at the house, and even harder over on the western flank of cardigan mt in orange. 

the rain gauge in my garden poured out 3.4 inches--nearly 9cm for you folks on metric. my friend carol, who lives over in the morning shadow of cardigan said they got over 7 inches--that's approaching 19cm. clouds seem to stack up on the west side of the ridge line and just dump water big time. i remember at least two other major flood events and one huge--as in more than four feet--snow since i have been around. 

deep snow is something i always welcome--deep water, especially flooding, not so much. this time, the flooding was more destructive than ever. i caught wind of some areas that were particularly hard hit and when the rain stopped on friday morning, i grabbed my camera and bike, and pedaled off to check things out.


going toward canaan, the water was pretty high, spilling over the banks of the indian river and into the fields. where the river banks contained things, a rushing, muddy flow made for a dramatic picture. when put side by side with a picture taken two fridays later, you can start to imagine how high and fast the water was.



water can cause a lot of damage flowing that high and fast, especially in places other than between the banks. that's exactly what happened up at the orange basin bridge. the valley news featured a picture of the washed out road at the culvert and up new colony road which runs alongside the brook as it flows down to the culvert.



this past friday, the 26th--the two weeks after the rain ride--i pedaled up the orange road to check out the bridge rebuild. the barriers were still up, but they let me lift my bike over. the pictures don't look nearly as crazy, things are close to being open again.



past the jersey barriers, i continued on up to the state park and raked down the clivus composting toilet--my summer 'friends of cardigan' assignment. on my way back down i passed jim, the man in the white t-shirt with the two kids inspecting the washout on new colony road pictured above. he was riding up hill and we stopped for a brief chat. 

i stopped on new colony and took the picture of the form where they were going to pour a cement header for the 'new' basin culvert.  a minute after i started on downhill, the cement truck passed me coming up. 

down in town i stopped two places, the darling's blueberry patch and the bridge behind the ball field where i had taken a photo of the river at 'high tide' two weeks ago. the debris building up against the bridge helped push the water out of the bank and into center field.





pam and i went back with buckets to pick blueberries on sunday and i showed her the river at "low tide". the water has much receded, they have mowed the grass, but the incredible debris-jam against the bridge is still there.


i walked around and took a shot of it from the bank. my thought would be to come in with a chain saw and clear it out before the next big rain event, but you never know about the state. plus at the moment they are still fixing roads and bridges.


my final stop on friday's ride was the usual, sweeping at drummonds. robbie and i have been talking about my buying his 'old' mtn bike and he had it set up for me to test ride. after making a clean sweep, i took off across the highway and onto the lasalette trails. a sweet drive train made going up that long hill almost a dream. almost being it was pretty hot, i sweat a lot, and it was buggy. on a good hill it's hard to wipe the sweat out of your eyes or swat a persistent deer fly.


i took a digger on the way down, but managed to land in a soft, muddy patch--likely the reason i fell in the first place--and avoid any injury, beyond more laundry that is. the bike is a lot of fun!


all in all, even though some of the washouts were still washed out, it was a fine day to 'go outside and play!'

this year's vacation...

popham beach, on the point of phippsburg that sticks out into the kennebeck river--



way back in the summer of '75, pam and i borrowed our friend cami's car and drove to the coast of maine. somehow, we chose popham beach state park and spent a couple of days. our attempt to sleep on the beach was cut short by mosquitoes, but we remember it fondly.

i went back for an afternoon after a three day timber framing workshop at the shelter institute i took in the early '80s, readying to build our first house. after kids, in 1991, we started going back to popham and have been going every year since, making this year our 28th. the kids don't always make it over, but when they do, we have a grand time--huggermugger© is often involved.

over the years, routines have changed. but one constant has been my early morning beach walks. i gather toys, rope, clothing, driftwood, all sorts of 'lost' stuff to make a yearly sculpture which i leave for the park visitors. sometimes they last for a good long while and i am able to reuse pieces.





last year, i built three playful figures, two of which were still standing when we got there this year. their clothing was a bit faded, "tattered and torn" according to tom, who photographed them over the winter a few times.


it is fun trying to work out what exactly i am going to build, according to what i find in the mornings. this year i had a grand idea of a giant windmill type structure, but didn't have the tools to pull that off. i stashed things under the cabin and will come better prepared next year.




another thing i do some of every year is skim board. i now have two boards that i bring for when kevin and family come over. for those of you who have never done it, you drop a thin 'board' into that little trickle of water when waves wash up on shore, jump on, and skim along.


pam got a nice picture this year with both of the islands in the background, fox in really nice afternoon light.




maybe half the mornings, i am up early enough to see the sun rise. since taking that series up on cardigan last month, i finally remembered the camera on thursday and took a one of the dawn 'fireworks' for the 4th.



while everyday at the beach is a good one, this year, there were five in a row that were spectacularly sunny. the only rain we got was on sunday and i got in a good amount of reading while that lasted. going outside and playing, on the beach, is special...

on a clear day, you can see for miles...

the salient word there is clear, and so far this year, there hasn't been much of that--at least in our sun loving memories. cloudy weather, often accompanied by precipitation, has been predominant. april and may each have had above average precip--2 and 3 inches respectively.

such were my thoughts sunday evening after a steady rain most of the day. cory and i were planning on hiking cardigan to see the sun and the moon on opposite horizons, one setting and one rising close to simultaneously. that happens once a month (theoretically it could happen twice, but i don't remember that occurring recently) + a day around the full moon.

before going to bed i emailed that perhaps we should put it off until july. in my mind, rain in the evening didn't bode well for a clear morning--not even partially clear which can lend itself to a very colorful event. i hadn't heard a peep from cory since friday when we originally talked. which also made an early morning hike less likely to happen.

when i woke up in the deep night to go pee, i knew something had radically changed. sitting on the toilet, a very bright light was shining through the skylight above my head. back in the bedroom i looked out the windows and saw plenty of faint starlight--the moon was full--and no clouds. 

even though i tried, a clear sky woke me up beyond falling back to sleep! i grabbed some clothes and made it down stairs without waking pam. it was 1:55a leaving me two hours to 'kill' before heading out. i emailed cory incase he was having the same problem sleeping, made some breakfast and a pot of tea.


i was at the trailhead at 4:05a, along with another couple with the same objective. i started hiking feeling a bit foolish for discouraging cory, but glad to be moving. it was headlamp dark until about halfway up, when i clicked it off and stowed it in a pocket. when i got up onto bare rock, it was clear all round and the moon was full, bright, and headed west. the sun was still below the horizon, but a couple of clouds near the horizon were starting to pink up, marking where it would finally show its face.

it is fairly rare to up on cardigan alone and i always relish the solitude. donning a jacket i snapped a picture of my pack resting under the moon. it was cold and windy enough that i tucked in behind the lower structure at the tower and waited.

looking off to the east i looking at a spot at the bottom of the franconia ridge line--lafayette, truman, lincoln, little haystack, liberty, and flume the over 4,000 footers--where the sun would poke above the horizon, thinking it would be so cool if it came up in a specific notch. it made me giggle that it did.




the moon was due to set twenty minutes after sunrise, but i was keeping my eye on it as it approached a thick haze. it started to be obstructed just as the sun rose above the ridge. i snapped both pictures below within a minute.



and lucky thing! in another minute, after a final swig of water, shouldering my pack, and turning to head down, the moon was barely visible. the other couple, who summited just as the action started, had settled down out of the wind looking east. if they didn't look very soon, they would miss the moon in the west.

i took mostly ski trail down, doing a bit of trail work along the way, scuffing out leaves damming up drainage, tossing blow downs--the ones i could actually move--off the path, rolling rocks out of the trail, and looking around for things that might need more attention.

back at the truck, the clock read 5:55 when i turned the key. that made me nod a yes! i enjoy digital palindromes and love that particular one. often i am setting the kettle to boil for my first pot of tea. to celebrate, i raised my thermos in a toast. going outside and playing was a great start to any day!