There’s something about the N.H./ Maine mountains & hills which brings me back to my childhood here. Memories of Scouting, my grandfather in Maine, and early skiing in my teens drift like the dying leaves of autumn. A surreal past foretells a change in life like the seasons. Early New England upbringings influenced my adult choices for a life outdoors, seeking new trails and greater heights. On a recent tour I drove up I-93, west on NH112 to NH116, south on NF road 19 to this tranquil spot. I crossed the Appalachian Trail twice, camping below Kinsman Notch under 1800′ elevation. No moose, but I did see wild turkeys, a junco, a yellow-rumped warbler and a hawk. Unlike the Rockies well-documented elsewhere, the East is older, rounded profiles of granite and hardwoods, hemlock & spruce-wet with mist, fog and unstable, changeable weather. Photo by Chris Daley
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