We’ve been out several time a week this fall, mostly on the Connecticut and the Pompy (we miss North Hartland Lake which is closed to repair the culvert under the parking lot), but we also have been to Lake Armington, Upper Baker Pond, Grafton Pond, Long Pond and Indian Pond.
We have seen our usual ducks and have enjoyed seeing them changing into breeding colors.
I just came back from a wonderful few days at Anne Cook’s house on Squam Lake with some Baha’i friends. Most of us were young mothers when we met about 40 years ago. We have gone in different directions, Dawn lives in Ireland; Margaret (and Tom) in Atlanta; Suellen in Burlington; Pat, Anne, Diane and I are still in the Upper Valley.
Anne’s house has an incredible view which changes constantly.
I got out on the water a couple of times, and saw some animals.
Mostly we sat around and talked, (and ate).
A highlight of the weekend for me was a rainbow at dawn, a full arc.
Jane and I have been out in our kayaks a 3-4 times a week all summer, mostly on the Connecticut River out of Wilder, VT; the Ompompanoosuc River in Norwich, VT; or North Hartland Lake in Hartland, VT. We also made trips to Goose Pond, Grafton Pond, Squam Lake, and Lake Tarleton.
After a long winter, we are back on the water! Our first paddle was on the McDaniels Marsh. The water temperature was warm: the frogs and turtles were abundant, the geese were paired with at least one with goslings, and the red-winged blackbirds were staking out their territories.
Our next trip was to Upper Baker Pond near Orford, NH. When we arrived, Mt Cube had it’s top in the clouds. It was nice to paddle without the usual docks out. We didn’t see much wildlife: one pair of geese flying, a great blue heron in a tree, a red-winged blackbird. Was it too early in the year? has the avian flu decimated the bird population? were we too late in the day?…
The next day, Jane and I went to the Pompy. The water temperature was marginally warm, I wouldn’t want to swim in it, probably in the mid 50’s. The bushes on both sides of the river were filled with birdsong, with just enough leaves so it was hard to see the birds.