EAST BRANCH IN THE NORTH
As some of my readers will remember, for some forty years five of us went to NH fishing in the spring. Well, the spring of our lives are over and the fall has set in and the trip is now a pleasant memory.
That having said, the memories I have made on film are still in the can so to speak. The snow and the ice has set in on the big lake in the past two weeks. Lake Winnepasaukee that is. I just posted an image on FAA showing a wild river in the White Mountains along the Kancamangus Highway.
Kancamangus is hard to pronounce, but try the East Branch of the Pemigewasset River. That's a mouthful and I still have to look up the spelling every time I write about it or title a photograph.
I remember the day well. It was pretty bad fishing all week on the big lake and we all looked for something else to do and take a break to get off the water. I decided to take a ride with the cameras and venture up through the mountains.
There were some clear spots where the mist and fog didn't penetrate. This little stream reminds one of what the wilderness must have looked like a hundred years ago. The water looks as though you could just take a glass full and have a long drink.
At another time this is one of my favorite hidden ponds. Not even sure today the name of the pond, might have been the Greeley Ponds area, but the walk in was a couple of miles through big woods. Crystal clear and all alone.
Same feeling here. And the ride across the state leads you to such places as Crawford Notch, Loon Mountain, Lincoln and Swiftwater. What a neat place! What great names for places. Next time maybe I can get further north to places with names like Magalloway Mountain or Lake Umbagog.
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