Hunkered

15” at my house, my big snowblower can barely move the heavy wet snow.  So I’ll wait awhile and try again.  No matter, I’m not going anywhere.  If I do, it’ll be on my snowshoes.  Evvy has already been out loving every minute of playing in the snow.  Thankfully, I had power all night long.  Good thing because my generator just will not work.  Something dreadfully wrong in the carbuerator.

So here is the “snowfish” late last night.

This morning, the snow fish looks more like a manatee, can you see it?

Here is Merle all hunkered down in my jacket.  At 17 yrs. young, Merle is quite spry, and holds her own against the other two cats.  In fact, they pretty much leave her alone.  Casey the cat to the right, can often be seen licking Merle’s head. 

As soon as I’m adequately caffeinated, I’m going to grab the snowshoes for a romp in the woods.  I’ll check the game camera, but I’m certain the deer are holed up somewhere waiting to the snow to melt alittle more.  What a crazy weather event, but beautiful nevertheless.

Fall Finds

 I picked up a game camera this fall, and could'nt wait to watch potential hunting spots.  The first two shots are at "undisclosed location #1"  They are undisclosed because there are two good looking bucks there. I don't want to share the spot with the rest of the world.  One is an 8-pointer, the other is a 4-pointer, then there is this guy.  Still in velvet, maybe he'll turn into a 4 ptr.?  I'll have to set the camera back out and see how he's coming along.  Now that Bow season is well underway, he may have sought more secure concealment.

 This little guy was captured on film at "Undisclosed Location #2". While I was hunting for bear.  I chose not to take him, because he's just a little guy.  He might be 70#.  I had also hoped to see some more bucks, but they would not likely hang around where the bears are.

Here's a good look at the little bear.  He was very curious about the camera, and I'm glad he decided not to chew on it.   I was thrilled to get this picture of him.  

As firearm season approaches, I will set the camera out again, at "Undisclosed Location #3".  I haven't actually decided where that will be yet.  I may try the woods behind my house where I got the doe last year, or maybe I'll check the woods near my sister's house in Stoddard.  It would be neat to catch a Moose on the camera too.
Though I am NOT a fan of gray, cold days once I get into it, I do more hiking and observing.  Less of my usual exercise regime; running.  Running in the cold, in lots of sweaty layers, does absolutely nothing for me.  Besides Evvy enjoys the hikes as much as I do.  She doesn't run with me, unless we trail run.  And, BTW....the ticks seem to have gotten a second wind.  I found one on me, and one on Evvy the other day.  We had been tick-free for the entire summer!

Bald Hill Hike - Bellows Falls, VT

Bald Hill in Bellows Falls, VT is not bald at all. Early this morning Evvy and I hiked Bald Hill, which part of the Windmill Hill Pinnacle Association conservation easements. There are other such easements nearby in Putney.

I didn't find any great views at the top. New growth trees have taken over the landscape, mostly Maples and Hemlocks. The trail itself was very steep in places, especially down near Twin Falls. After exploring the top of Bald Hill, I decided follow some of the little trails around the hill. One led to a cemetery, on Cemetery Rd., what else? Another trail led to Union High School. Still another, led to the perilous Twin Falls. This is where we did most of our exploring.

Here Evvy appears very majestic as she contemplates a swim

When I first arrived at this spot, I was amazed by the shear violence of the water falls. Basins had been formed in the rock over thousands of years. Though it looked like an attractive place to jump in, you can not see the bottom. You can also not predict the currents beneath.

The Twin Falls have been a fateful swimming hole for years. I recall one such fatality years ago, when a Keene High School student drowned here. As I looked at the swells, I could imagine the adventurous youth who have swam in these waters. Personally, I could feel the allure of the 15-20' leap, but with age comes wisdom. Swimming there would not be a good idea. Upstream there were calmer waters. The falls seem to reach out, hypnotize onlookers. The violent churning drew me so close to the edge of the perilous rocks. Evvy was also entranced, and I feared she would fall in. I told her if she fell, I would not jump in. Let's face it, it would be foolhardy. I would have to catch up with her downstream, if she emerged from the maestrom.

A small sign directs the way to the falls. Walking down to the falls was perilous itself in places. Slippery rocks, and ground kept me alert to say the least. Well worn paths led along the river for some way. There were obvious spots for jumping off. Each precipous equally as dangerous, a thrill-seekers heaven. For the most part I have outgrown thrillseeking when I am alone, especially without a cellphone. But he thought was there. I imagined plunging in. Then I thought if I survived, I would be shocked into reality by the freezing cold water. Would Evvy follow me? Not good.

I saw many mushrooms, which I have yet to identify. I saw two snakes, one quite large, Ribbon Snake, close to three feet long with bright yellow stripes down its back. The snake was stretched out in a sunny spot on the trail. The other snake was a Garter, much smaller. I also found these neat fragile flowers clinging to the cliff at the falls. How ironic such a fine lacey flower should dwell in such a violent environment.

After exploring the falls sufficiently. I chose to follow a narrow path along the river, back toward the trailhead. The path veered sharply up the hill to a main trail. This trail was so steep, I had to scale it on all fours! Very, very slippery going. If my parents knew where I was, and the conditions, they would be shaking their heads no doubt. The extent of my thrillseeking.

Still I took great satisfaction in the workout itself. Poor Evvy was breathing quickly. Evvy with her sure-footedness easily ran up the steep incline. At last at the top of the bank, we headed back down to the truck. I would recommend this hike for the thrills, for swimming(upstream of the falls), and lots of photo opportunities. I took many more photos than I was able to download here.

Looking upstream, to where the water is more tame and suitable for swimming. A perfect mix of woods, and water, wonder and danger.

Spring Arrives

Nest of Sparrows in my front yard

I have been a poor correspondent of late. I've gotten involved with various projects, including editing the New Hampshire Wildlife Federation Newsletter. Editing and publishing has brought me into the past when I was a graphic artist for a small computer journal company back in the 80's. At any rate I do enjoy the creative aspects of laying out an appealing newsletter. To top it off, I can write articles too! The first issue will be out this month.

Cordyalis flower growing on moss covered granite

My woodland wanderings have been challenging lately, with the very steamy weather we've been having. Day after day of 80-90 degree days, followed by severe damaging storms. A dangerous storm broke loose yesterday in Keene. There were trees down everywhere, glass patio tables lifted into the air and dropped. Thankfully, in Walpole I didn't find any damage. I never lost power, nor did I have any fallen trees on my property. In Stoddard, folks did not fare as well. I believe power is still out as I write this.

Aside from the weather, I have had to contend with the ticks! Every day I'm finding those creepy crawlies on me or on my dog. I have not been bitten, but Evvy has. I have been religious about applying "Frontline" to Evvy, though I'm not crazy about putting pyrethrins on her. The ticks bite her, but they die almost immediately, then I just pluck them off. I have found ticks everywhere, but primarily at the edges of fields, roadways, and woods boundaries. Whenever I go for a hike with Evvy, I apply the bug dope with DEET in it to my socks and shoes, my boonie hat, and clothes. I always take a shower immediately after each hike. I also hose Evvy off, and brush her. I believe we have managed to keep the ticks to a minimum despite a tick bloom of monstrous proportions this year. I found an informative segment on ticks and Lyme disease on www.WMUR.com. I was shocked by the number of complications caused by Lyme disease, and other infections also present in ticks.

Evvy and I tend to hike in areas where there is little ground cover, such as worn trails, or where the canopy prevents shrubbery from growing. My theory is there are fewer ticks in those areas. I will not walk in fields anymore, especially if they haven't been mowed. I like to encourage Evvy to take a swim any time we are near water. A couple of days ago, we went for a good hike though temperatures were well into the 90's. By the time we got home, Evvy was so exhausted, panting more rapidly than usual. I put ice in her water bowl, taking care that she not drink too fast, or two much. I rubbed ice on top of her head, until the panting slowed. It wasn't very long before she recovered. She was done for the day, sprawled out on the floor.

I have not seen a lot of game myself, but friends have seen Bear, Moose, and Deer. The only deer I've seen have been those that jump into the road in front of me. When I drive in areas where I know there are deer, I tap on my horn all the way through. Honking the horn has saved me a couple of times already - Rte 9 in Roxbury.

Walking through the Brambles

We (me and Evvy) began our hike off a woods road in Walpole and runs to Surry. There is a wonderful deer camp out there. A long retired travel trailer sits atop granite ledge. The spot boasts of a granite patio with large fire ring. There not one, but two outhouses. The "shitter" below is the deluxe version complete with house phone purely for aesthetic value, various shit house jokes on the wall, and fancy facade. I took great pleasure in escaping the massive swarms of black flies, to make a pit stop.


The whole place has a magical feel to it. There is a path that leads down to a brook. A footbridge crosses a natural granite canal, then it takes you to an interesting spot. Now this looks like a place where sacrifices are made. Another fire ring, and places to sit.

Another path, referred to as the "Psycho Path", leads to a food plot. I decided to look around for deer stands. I found two, one on the ground permanently attached to the trunk of a tree. Another stand, a broken climber left on the ground to rust and die. I didn't look further, but I assume there are old stands all around the food plot. A nice play to hunt to be sure. In the past I have seen an 8 pointer in this area.

The Grand Shitter - a 5 cent fee is charged for seat sanitization.















House phone, grass toilet roll, and five cent fee.

After our thorough exploration of the camp, Evvy and I continued up the trail. I waited for Evvy to work her "antler locator" skills. Evvy was at first content to look for chipmunks, as they are her faves. So I just kept my out for anything that looked like bone.

I came upon a dead porcupine, first spotting the tufts of soft belly fur, entangled with tiny quills. At first, I thought I'd found a cat, because the fur was so incredibly soft. But no cat has quills over course. Then I found the dried up carcass laying there, about 15' away. The remains were complete with skull, spine and all four legs. But skin would have been useless to save. The perp, likely a Fisher, rolled it over and ate from the bottom side up. I scooped up the skull, and placed it inside a discarded milk jug I found.

We came upon a granite ridge. I had not seen this before in other hikes. The last winter wind storms, thoroughly cleared the trees from the ridge. Old Moose sign was everywhere, so I was hopeful we would find an antler. Evvy didn't come through with an antler, but she did find a scapula. It was the size of a large canoe paddle. So, since she was quite satisfied with her treasure, she would be unavailable for finding antlers.


On my own again, I searched and searched through "the pricker bushes", for the elusive antlers. But alas, it was not to be. I emerged with bloody scratches all over my legs. I'll tell people my cats went into a frenzy, and attacked me. The sun was setting, I was getting hungry, so we worked our way back to the truck. The search continues another day.

A Successful Shed Hunt

Small Moose antler, missing three points.

First, this morning 6:30 a.m.  the march of the white tails.  For the last couple of weeks, two small herds of deer have graced the hill across the road from my house.  They first emerged when the hillside was clear of snow.  Ever since then, they have come in the evening just before dusk.  Now they are coming out after dawn.  In the morning, they move from north to south.  In the evening, just the opposite.  All the deer (10-12) appear vigorous, and quite lively.  I have to attribute their good health to a neighbor on Cochrane Rd., who feeds the deer through the    winter.

Yesterday, Evvy and I drove up to Lempster.  We had it on good authority, that we might find some Moose sheds in the vicinity of a "certain undisclosed" road.   So I chose a random spot to park beside the road near a snowmobile trail.  By the way, still plenty of snow up there to snowmobile on.  I put the snowshoes on, and we were off.  I took a reading on my compass, and headed east along the trail.  I looked for Moose tracks crossing the trail, but saw only a few. Evvy of course was content running down the trail, and off the trail.   Suddenly, she appeared from the woods, carrying this shed!  I threw my hands up in the air, and shouted, "yes!".  Evvy was not eager to give up her prize.  She would have been happy as a clam, to gnaw on that antler.  But I grabbed it, and tied up on my back.  I asked Evvy where the other antler was.  She headed down to where she found the first.  I followed, and tried to find the other, or any antlers.  We didn't find the it.  So we continued on down the trail, up hill, and down.  I decided to walk a large square area, and return to the trail later on.   I was limited on time, so I covered only a few square acres.   Occasionally, I would pop out near a house.  I had hoped to be deeper in the woods.  The antler we found was relatively near a road, and a house, along a sunny slope with stands of young Beeches.  On the opposite side of the trail, thicker woods of Spruce, White Pine, and some oaks.  We came upon a bog where it was easy to walk with snowshoes.  I was sure this would be a gold mine.  But it wasn't to be.  Evvy continued to forage for Snowshoe hare, which seem to be plentiful in that area.  Evidently, she was less interested in antlers.  I think the snow is still pretty deep, maybe too deep to find the big sheds.  I will continue the search nevertheless.

Sullivan Bushwhack II

Sunday Evvy and I headed back to the Sullivan/Stoddard boundary near Woods Mill.  There a substantial wetland there, so I thought it would be prime Moose territory.  Quite a bit of snow has melted, but there is still over a foot in many places.  So I put the snowshoes on.  We were out there around 11:00 a.m.   I didn't see any other hiking tracks, so I was hopeful that I might be the first to look for Moose sheds.....any sheds for that matter.  There was a rumor that this area is a hot spot for sheds.  Well.....not

today.  I found a place full of recent activity, but I determined that it was two Moose.  A cow, and her yearling.  There were hanging out in the spruces, and mucky spots.  Plenty of sign, but no rubs, so I was disappointed.  So I shifted my thought to just exploring the wetland, and all it offered.  It was a perfect "sunny 16" (f16) day.  

Mallard drake

I was drawn to the water, as was Evvy.  She walked right into the reeds and laid right down.   A shiver ran down my spine.  But she is a water rat for sure.  We stopped at a clearing, and I sat on a large boulder at the edge of the river that passes through the wetland.  I just sucked the marrow out of the day.  Evvy discovered a chipmunk under the boulder.  She spend some time trying to get that chippy out.  At one point, I could see only her tail from atop that rock.   In the "end" she never did get the chipmunk.

We worked our way around half the area, not concentrating on Moose sheds so much as enjoying the scenery.   I saw a lone Mallard drake floating around.  I wondered if he had been in a flock.  Just what was his story?  The brilliant green of his head and neck was a beautiful flash of color amongst the browns, grays, and blue of the sky.  I'm so thankful spring is breaking out in bits and pieces like this.

Sullivan Bushwhack, etc.

Yesterday, inspired by my recent introduction to "Shed Hunting", I went to an undisclosed location in Sullivan.....must be kept on a "need to know" basis. But seriously, the location was off Bowler Rd.

Climbing stand left hanging til next time

I knew Moose frequented this area, so it seemed likely I might an antler.....or something. I parked near a Nature Conservancy boundary marker, donned snowshoes, and headed off to the northeast with my faithful companion, Evster. We walked around a large wetland area with some open water already showing. I dared not cross it as I had crossed Chandler Meadow last weekend.

At first, the lack of sign of any kind was disappointing and discouraging. Not a single track, or skat. Sure there were signs from months, and years ago, but nothing recent. I thought the environment here was perfect for moose and deer. I still think this to be true.

Ground hunting blind, not far from the climber

We walked endlessly, in large circles, taking extra time to look for the most minute of indications. I came upon some Fisher tracks and followed them for a bit. Then there lying on the snow was a leg. A rear lower leg of a young Moose. The leg was the result of a successful hunt. Killed by a person, the Moose was quartered and hauled away. Evvy decided, promptly the leg would be hers. She dragged the leg around for miles. She would frequently stopped to chew on the hooves, which are apparently her favorite. As she chomped on the prize, I reminded her that she would
not be bringing it home with her. I let Evvy carry this leg with her for some time before I finally took it away, and hung it in a tree. Thank goodness, dogs can quickly move on from disappointment. Otherwise, we might still be there trying to strike a compromise.

It's my opinion that you find more neat things out there, when you leave the trail, so bushwhacking yesterday made sense. Though I'm not familiar with the terrain, I was armed with my GPS, compass, and Topo map of the area. My plan was to walk around the wetland, and return to Bowler Rd. There are several trailheads into the conservancy easement, at least two on Bowler Rd. alone. As we made our way through the woods, I eventually popped out onto one of the conservancy trails. I took the opportunity to walk on the trail for a bit as a break. Previously, the walking wasn't bad, but there were still deep spots in the snow. Deep and soaking wet spots, over the boots wet.

So we walked along until I found a Moose track, very melted but followable nevertheless. Back into the woods once more. Not moments in, I found the climber stand hanging near the ground, probably to be used each year. Nearby, a ground stand had been creating by piling up fallen limbs, and placing a discarded lawn chair inside. A bit farther away, a "Sullivan standard" awaiting its next customer. The door was good construction. I opened the box, out of curiosity. I like to imagine all the potential surprises that might be inside. A corpse? Half a box of Dunkin Donuts munchkins? Who knows? This time, I found only a huge pile of pine cone shells, not even any "TP". But the construction was excellent, and will stand the test of time I'm sure.

Evvy and I walked for hours. I found evidence of only one Moose in the area. Occasional piles of skat of different ages, and no recent tracks. This Moose would be a young one, not much bigger than the hunting victim. I had eaten a Clif Bar, and finished most of my water, so I decided to head back to the truck. The hike was a success even without a shed.

Meanwhile, back at the ranch.......

A Barred Owl sits at the base of a White Pine

For the last couple of weeks, I've had a Barred Owl on my property, very close to my shed. I had seen it fly through the trees at first. Then I saw it perched no higher than about 3' off the snow. The owl had successfully caught a Grey Squirrel, and I hoped he would continue to lower the squirrel population. The tree rats have made pigs of themselves at my birdfeeder, so they would not be missed. I thought it strange the owl would be so dangerously close the ground each day.

I continued to watch. Then Friday morning, as I took Evvy out for her "constitutional". She yanked me down the steps, on to the glare ice. I landed on my ~!@#. I wasn't impressed, as she pulled me through the bird seed and bird crap. Then I looked up at what Evvy was trying desparately to catch. The owl! I could not yell at Evvy enough, I was so mad. I reeled her in, and dragged her back into the house. The owl was now tangled in a briar patch. With thick leather gloves on, I went to the owl and removed it from it entanglement. It barely tried to bite me. I carefully, folded its wings back onto it's sides, and lifted it away. I looked him over carefully, noting that he was blind in the right eye. Not merely blind, he had no iris! How in the world had he survived this long? In addition to his vision issue, one of his talons wasn't working right. I attempted to place him on a perch, but the talon wouldn't hold. So I sat him on top of my generator which wasn't running at the time. He was able to stand at last.


Later that day, when I came home from work, I returned to find him sitting on a bare spot near the brook. I resolved to catch him and bring him to Deb Gode a wildlife rehabilatator in Winchester. I called her and told her what I had. She would meet me in Keene, and check the owl out. It took no more than ten minutes to catch the owl without incident, or injury. I called Deb back and told her I'd be in Keene in a bit. We met at an agreed upon spot. Deb, who is a vet tech in addition to being a rehabilitator, checked the owl for serious injury. She took a look at the blind eye, and was quite astonished by what seemed to be a natural handicap. Otherwise the bird was malnourished, and undersize. His wings were fine, but weak. Deb said she would take the owl to Dr. Rich Righter, who specializes in birds. Then Deb would place the owl in a wild bird refuge. She was hopeful that this owl would survive, and thrive with help. I was so glad. I was checking on him every day while he lived in my yard. I feared he would die soon without help. Now he will live another day, perhaps many more.

Beyond Center Pond

On wednesday, I decided to explore the back side of Center Pond to search for Moose, and/or Deer sign. I didn't bring Evvy because I knew there would be a fairly thick icy crust, and I didn't want her legs to get cut up. The snow out there is four feet deep, more in the drifts.

I thought for sure I'd find deer yards near the end of Center Pond where there is open, running water leading to Chandler Meadows. 

At the bridge on this woods road, I beared off to the right to get closer to the thick brush. Thank god I had snow shoes on. I would never have been able to navigate through this deep snow. I worked my way in to the brush, and out the other side to mostly upland hardwoods, and also spruce. I didn't see a single sign. 

This old Farmall tractor sits awaiting summer, when it will/maybe start and drag felled trees back to camp.

I kept moving north and west along the slope, and came across two rustic camps with no conveniences. I imagined these hangouts would be great get-a-ways in the summer. At the second camp, I followed a trail made with nylon rope, cut in 10" lengths and fashioned into pigtails. Each pigtail was tied to a branch along the way. Soon the wind picked up, and skies grew dark, and squalls of snow blew in. One squall after another came through for about fifteen minutes each time.

I followed the pigtail trail to the "main" woods road that leads eventually toward Robinson Hill.  There are a few trails that break away from the main trail.  I chose to turn left and return to the bridge, where I would go down to Chandler Meadow.   I made my way down to the relief of flatness on the meadow/swamp.   I snowshoed along the snow covered ice, as the wind blew stink.  The wind nearly blew me over.  If the ice had been clear of snow, I would have enjoyed sliding along with the wind.  The snow squalls continued, but I was determined to find some sign of life out there.   I got on to one of the small islands, where I found a moose trail.  A single moose trail.  Nothing recent, but some good rubs on the shrubby spruce trees.   I left the island and headed for an area of thick blueberry bushes and alders.   Lots of places where antlers had been thrashing the plants, but no tracks.  No deer tracks either.   I think chances of finding sheds in this area will be better once some of the snow melts.  Still, I need to focus on habitat, and terrain to locate the moose and deer yards.  I'm getting closer.  I do fear though, that the winter kill this year will be far-reaching.

Grand Central Station: for Moose & White Tails that is.

Lately, I have had the opportunity to go snowmobiling and hunting for "sheds". Twice now, I have enjoyed riding out to an "undisclosed" location near Goshen, in search of elusive deer and moose antlers. I'm told that up north, antlers fetch a good price at $8-$9/lb. I can just see a new reality show like Axe Men, or Ice Road Truckers. Looking for Moose antlers might be called Moose Gold, or North Country Bone collectors.


In stark contrast to the lack of sign seen on the S-G trail, this place was like Grand Central Station for both Moose and Deer. I was at first overwhelmed by the size, and number of game trails. These trails cover a large area. The snow here is still over three feet deep, still we had high hopes. In the end we concluded the moose antlers were well below the snow.


These are Striped Maples(Moose Maple) that have been completely browsed by Moose.

Just one of many, many well worn paths and beds used by both Moose and Deer.

BUT, the second time we went out there, Wednesday, the snow appeared more compact, and maybe somewhat melted. We covered a large area, though I couldn't say exactly how much acreage without a topo. Then, my friend found what looked like a stick, but suspicious enough that he took a closer look. He found a small antler frozen to the ground. He used a small knife to chip away the ice around the antler. The antler appeared to be years old, well gnawed with one tine missing(we suspect), and greenish.

When the snow finally melts in July :-) , we'll go out and scour the ground for the antlers that are sure to litter the area. I have it on good sources, that there may be another such place

Sunapee-Greenway continues

Sunday, February 20th my sister Kim, and I took a path from Cold Spring pond in Stoddard, up to Jackson Hill. The weather could not have been more perfect, bright sunshine and blue skies.

This photo is near the top of Jackson Hill, where the S-G trail intersects with the snowmobile trail

"F". We were not confused, despite this confusing sign.

My intention was to find Fox Brook campsite via the S-G trail. We walked initially up an old woods road until we reached a gate, and an intersection. I assumed the S-G trail was here, but I didn't find any of the white swatch marks on the trees. So we took the trail that proceeded straight up hill. We walked through hardwood forest for the most part. One thing I noticed right away, no sign of any animal activity; no tracks, no sounds, not even birds, or squirrels. There were plentiful oaks, and beech trees, not very many striped maple( a.k.a Moose Maple) I had hoped I would at least see some deer and moose tracks.

My sister attempts to tame Evvy, the wild beast.

We continued along until we reached a high open area. This spot is where I had left off, on my last hike on the S-G trail; Hubbard Hill. We followed the S-G across the top of Hubbard in the direction of Pitcher Mt. I knew there would be a trail to the right that breaks away from the G-S trail and descends toward Cold Spring Pond. I did not know for sure if the trail would lead back to the trail we came up, but it made sense.

Sure enough we found the gate where we encountered the first intersection of trails. We made it back to our cars without incident. I would say the round trip hike was at least four miles. I'm thinking my next hike will be somewhere around Center Pond where there should be some Moose and Deer yards.

Winter Walks

Well, my photos are in reverse.  The first picture is the view of Pitcher Mtn. fire tower, from Hubbard Hill.
This photo is of Mt. Monadnock from Pitcher Mtn.
This one, is Pitcher Mtn. tower, with all the wonderful Blueberry bushs in the foreground.
I have been fortunate to be able to take many hikes this winter.  Most recently, I hiked with my friend Becky, in Pisgah park.  Pisgah is the largest State Park in New Hampshire.   We did five miles on snowshoes, but we could have hiked just as easily without snowshoes.  We kept up a brisk pace, as we walked over hill and dale through what seemed like the deep woods.  We walked across Fullam Pond to the dam.   The wind blew ferociously, so we quickly went back into the woods.  We came upon a few people along the way.  Towards the end of our hike, we came upon two girls, and their puppy only a few months old.  I was astonished at their complacent attitude for the way they were dressed, and the fact there wasn't much daylight left.  One of the girls was carrying a large Dunkin Donuts coffee!  These ladies were dressed in jeans, light footwear, and no hats.  They also had no water or daypack.  Since I haven't read about any search parties going out in the area, I assume they made it to their destination and back without incident.  

I have been reading "Not Without Peril", which is an anthology of stories about folks who have fallen prey to the weather in the White Mountains.  The stories really bring forth the point that you can not take for granted that you will go out and back in sunshine and happiness.  The weather in New Hampshire can change quickly.  Though Pisgah Park is a far cry, from Mt. Washington, you can certainly have just as big of a "stupid attack".  When I saw those girls, I envisioned Fish and Game going out later that night, looking for them.

Anyway, the other day, I took Evvy up to Pitcher Mtn. in Stoddard.  Not a soul was there, as we got a late start.  The walking was easy, and required no snowshoes.  The trail was well worn, and packed down.  If I happened to step off the trail, I'd sink right down.  So we hiked up the mountain first, then we headed off to the north along the Sunapee-Greenway trail.  I hoped to make it to a Fox Brook campsite.  We walked to Hubbard Hill, for some awesome views of the Andorra forest, Mt Sunapee and Lovewell Mtn.  At the top of Hubbard Hill, you can find a wonderful spacious flat spot, many acres around.   The area had burned in 1941, along with the fire tower on Pitcher Mtn.   During the summer, there are "a gazillion" blueberry bushes along the open spaces on Pitcher, and the trail out to Hubbard Hill.

The photos are the Pitcher Mtn. fire tower today, Evvy romping along the trail on top of Hubbard Hill, and the view of Pitcher Mtn. tower from Hubbard Hill, in reverse order :-).  According to the G-S trail guide, we hiked six miles round trip.  We emerged from the woods, after dark.  But the moon was nearly full, creating just enough light.  And yes, we were dressed for the weather, and I carrying a small pack with snacks, water, and minimal emergency stuff.  We didn't make it to the Fox Brook campsite, because of the waning daylight. Next time, I hope to explore the area again, starting from Cold Spring Pond, which is north on Rte 123 in Stoddard, below Pitcher Mt.

Mt. Gilboa

Evvy and I once again hit the trail on snowshoes, well actually it was just me wearing the shoes.

We walked from the end of Whipple Hill Rd. in Walpole, to the Rapids Rd. which is a 4x4 road. The Rapids Rd. used to be part of the Rte 5 snowmobile trail system, but much of it has been changed to a private trail, or completely closed to snowmobiles. On Rapids Rd. we turned on to the Crusher Rd. which leads to the Cold River Materials quarry. Not far up the Crusher Rd. there is a sharp right hand turn which leads toward Wentworth Rd. on the Westmoreland end. I broke trail all the way from where we left the Rapids Rd. We made a turn to the south east, to the quarry. Here is Evvy at what looks like the top of the world.
I'm not sure why Cold River closed this trail to snowmobiles and ATVs. There isn't a thing going on here at the quarry. I had hoped to eat a whole banana once we arrived at the top. Evvy had other ideas. While I was checking out a den of some kind, my banana fell out of my jacket. Evvy was quick to grab it up. Bananas are a fav of hers, as are most fruit. I tried to get the banana back, but Evvy delighted in keeping me from it. It was as though she taunted me. She'd toss the banana into the air, and catch it while jumping at the same time. I'd get really close, and she jump about flinging that banana into the air over, and over. It was pointless to ask her to drop it. I swear if she could laugh, she would be rolling over with laughter. Then, mocking me even more, she began to peel the banana, much like an ape would do. I could not believe her untapped talent. She flung the banana one more time. The banana broke in half. One half flew into the snow, the other half and the peel were still in Evvy's mouth. Exasperated, I grabbed her and pried her jaws open forcing her to drop the fruit. I got half of the banana back. She tried to take it from me once more. I told her to eat the half in the snow. At last, compromise. We could go on.

Once we got to the top, I just enjoyed the bright sunshine. Very warm, actually melting the snow to some excellent sculpting material. The sky was a beautiful sunny f16. I could have stayed there all afternoon. All I could hear were the trains in Bellows Falls, and the wind through the pines. Evvy was content to explore, while I sucked the marrow out of the day. Alas, we had to leave this great spot, because I was fairly tired, aaaaannnnnd I needed to eat something. It was easy for Evvy, she could pick up a snack anywhere along the way, if you know what I mean. As much as I can deal with pine gum, it's not a fave, and I don't like hemlock bark.

I began to imagine what I would eat when I got back. I spotted a burrow in the snow, with a very defined and worn trail leading into and away from it. I couldn't make out any good tracks to identify the animal living there. I had seen zillions of snowshoe hare tracks, but this was different. It's anyone's guess. This is the hole. I'd say it was about 9-10" across. Evvy wasn't even interested in who lives there. I saw no skat around, so I have no idea.
The beautiful sun gave way to overcast skies. I was regretting how far from my truck I was at this point. I asked Evvy to run ahead to get the truck. She ignored me. The thoughts of food kept me plodding along. Finally, I decided what I would eat. I have no idea where it came from, but I could hardly wait. My cloths were soaked to the skin, and not a good thing when the wind is blowing, even with warm 30 degree temperatures. Normally I would have taken off layers each time I got too warm. But recklessly I figured I'd be back home in fine shape, so it wouldn't matter that my cloths were wet. I reminded myself that things can change fast in the woods. I wondered how it would go if I didn't make it back to the truck before dark. I had a plan in my mind of what I would do. BUT, I had no implements of survival, cause hey I'm less than a mile from my house at this point. Careless.

After my imagination returned to center. I decided that when I got back, I would have an Eggo waffle sandwich with peanut butter, and valentine m&m's. There wasn't a chance in hell, I wouldn't make it back home for that!

High Blue Deep Snow

I had been wanting to snowshoe to the High Blue vista, which is northeast and up, up, up from my dooryard.  I brought Evvy despite the fact that I knew I'd probably be breaking a trail nearly the entire way.  The walk would be difficult for both of us.  I wasn't into the hike for ten minutes before I was shedding my gloves, and hat. I unzipped my jacket, marched slowly upward.  We walked up through Paul Galloway's pasture, through the woods, another pasture, and back into the woods.  When I got to Cochran Rd., the deer traffic was very evident.  Very well worn deer paths everywhere.  I know that in the past, Galloway has fed the deer, with a fabulous buffet of deer favorites.  I didn't bother to look for the buffet, I was on a mission. Breaking a virgin trail uphill for the better part of an hour, was difficult for me.  But I loved that I was getting a good workout.  Evvy wasn't content to go as slowly as I was.  She bounded and walked gingerly on the crust beneath the fluffy snow.   She was eating things, I did not always see.  At one point, I though she had an animal part in her mouth.  We had gone about three quarters of the way, when thankfully we came across x-c ski tracks. The tracks provided just enough bouyancy that breaking the snowshoe trail was nearly effortless.   The trail to High Blue leaves the logging road at a ninety degree angle through lovely woods.  The tall hemlocks created some neat places suitable for shelter.  They really looked quite inviting.  My plan was to stop somewhere along the way, make a small fire, brew some tea and eat a sandwich.   I continued a short distance on this trail, when I found this privvy.  I decided to make use of the facilities, which were nicely equipped with toilet seat(which I did not sit on), and toilet paper stowed inside a coffee can.   I set to work on creating a teepee of tinder, when Evvy bounded into it thinking this was a good opportunity to play.  I was not impressed.   She went off on a game trail, and I started making the tinder pile again.   Satisfied I had enough, I took out my "light anywhere" matches.  I struck the match on my pack zipper, nothing.  After several disappointing tries, I gave it up and decided to add a butane lighter to my pack when I got home.  I was sweaty and quickly chilling down.  So off we went to the High Blue.  

The wind was blowing steady, and whistled through the trees.   I looked out toward Galloway's fields below, and further off to Vermont.   Eerie solitude reminded me of the book I'm reading, "Not Without Peril".  This book contains stories of hikers who have trekked to Mt. Washington, and area over the last 150 years.  Anyway, my imagination ran off with me, as I tried to think of how I would deal with the challenges of Mt. Washington in winter.  

I decided I wanted to eat something, but I wasn't going to sit in the wind for obvious reasons. We walked to the small pond a few steps away.  Evvy got a break from the deep snow but she continued rooting around rather than resting.  I hung my pack on some standing dead wood, and ate my pb & j sandwich.  I brought some treats for Evvy, though she had eaten plenty already.  I tried to give her some water, but she barely took a few sips.  I would pay for this later.  

After a change of gloves, and zipping up all that had been unzipped, we headed back down.  So much quicker!  When we got to Cochran Rd., I decided to take the trail which leaves off Cochran Rd. at Galloway's house.  Behind his house, the trail leads toward a beautiful ravine.  A foot-bridge crosses the deep ravine and continues up hill briefly.  The trail works it's way toward my freshly broken path at the beginning of the walk.  From there, a leisurely walk all the way down through woods, and pasture, across County Rd. to home.  

When I let Evvy in, she promptly went in and gulped her water.  I wasn't paying attention, and shouldn't have let her do that.  She went into the livingroom, and everything she had consumed was piled up on my recently shampooed rug!  Evvy headed back to her water bowl, which I took up, letting her drink alittle at a time.   The cleanup was just torture for me, nearly to the point of wretching.  I must invest in a "Spotbot". Not withstanding the nasty ending to the day, the hike was well worth the workout.  Now the deer and other folks will have an easier go on the trail from County Rd. up to the High Blue.

Nothing but Snow

This is my girl, Evvy. This is her favorite season. Most days she can be found rooting through the snow like a Skimmer. On snowmobile trails she is nothing but a black blur. We often go out snowshoeing, using the snowmobile trails only to pass from one area to another, or when I need a break. I've been breaking trails near my house. Now I'm re-breaking them. This morning, I re-broke a trail I call John Stevens loop. Mr. Stevens is gone now, but his adirondack style cabin still exists. We went up there, and made a nice track down to Steven's house, where his wife still lives. I knocked on her door, and her daughter(I think) answered. I let her know what I had done. As she was on the phone, she gave me a thumbs up. I know that Mrs. Stevens, who is in her nineties, attempted to find the cabin. I found her tracks, not quite making anywhere near the cabin. It appeared she walked into the woods, from her house, but made a circle. So I

made a very distinct and easy to pass, trail to the cabin. I made the trail loop back towards Steven's house, and also back to Derry Hill Rd. I didn't come across any recent deer tracks, but there are some along the snowmobile trail.

What I wouldn't give for a snowmobile right now! The club trails are well maintained around Walpole. The snow is perfect, fluffy with a packed base. This view is of the sunset, taken from Pinnacle Equipment. I went down there today, to pick up a donation they made to a fund raiser I'm doing. I looked over the new machines, and just could not believe you have to pay $10,000, for a snowmobile. Indeed a luxury or pure folly, nevertheless I ogled.

The Snow Keeps Coming

The calm winter sunset before today's storm. The photo doesn't really do the sunset justice. It was spectacular. Today on the other hand is a different story. The snow began falling around 6 a.m. and kept on until a bit after noon. I think I have an extra 8 inches, to add to the nearly 20 inches from the other day. I got out of work at noon, and came home to run my little snowblower. I do enjoy clearing the snow. I wish I had a big Kabota tractor with one of those huge blower attachments. Pretty cool. By the way, I'm not a redneck just because I like tractors.
I haven't had much work these days, so I've had ample time to snowshoe every day. I've been out the last four days in a row, and my knees remind me every morning. As long as they don't seize up, or give away, I'm all set. Not many other people have ventured out into the deep snow, so I have broken many trails myself. Miles worth. Occasionally I get a respite when I come across a snowmobile trail. At that point, I feel so unencumbered I could run....but I don't.

Evvy and I both struggled through the deep snow each day. I worked up a sweat shortly into each hike. Evvy got covered with ice balls that clung to her fur. She would stop suddenly to chew some of the icicles off the irratated spots. I looked and looked for sheds, but so far, none to be found. I was hoping Evvy might find one, because she is forever finding bones. I did see plenty of game trails despite the deep snow. The deer ARE moving. I have found where they bed down. Then I find they move together along the well worn paths. Occasionally, coyote tracks intermingle. Speaking of coyotes. My neighbor has a 13 yr. old Husky mix. He is all "off-white" and quite plush. Anyway, my neighbor keeps two of these dogs tied out, night

and day, which angers me. So I read an ad in the "lost" section of the local paper. This family lost one of those fluffy dogs. The 13 yr old went missing the evening of January 7th this year.

The poor dog couldn't hear, and I'm not even sure he could see all that well. I fear that a coyote(s) came into the yard and took the dog. This past Monday, I was coming home from a pizza run. A large canid ran out in front of me. Nope, not "little Bear", the husky, it was a coyote. That coyote was just leaving my neighbor's yard! My neighbors weren't home. I checked to see if the other fluffy dog was still there. It was, he was all curled up in the snow near the garage. Perhaps he went undetected by the coyote, but I doubt it. Hopefully I scared the coyote away.

It frustrates me how people can leave their animals out, tethered with no way to escape. How people can allow their cats out around here, is beyond me too. It kills me when I see printed posters with lost cats on them, stuck to telephone poles. I mean really? A cat doesn't stand a very good chance of survival in the woods of Walpole, or anywhere really. Fisher, Fox, and Coyotes will eat cats with ease. Do the owners who post really think they will see their cats again? Seems like they may be in denial. I'm sure there are those exceptions, but few.

I keep my girl, Evvy inside. If I lost her to a coyote or anything else, I'd be devestated. She has been the very best friend I have. Even when she is at her worst, her love is the unconditional kind. I wouldn't trade her for the world.