Mount Avalon is on the south side of Crawford Notch.
Starting in a snowstorm.
Now that it is officially spring, I have waited long enough to show snowy winter pictures.
Mount Washington from Sweden, Maine.
Sucker Brook, West Lovell, Maine. A sucker is a kind of fresh water fish.
The Shawnee Peak Ski Area on Pleasant Mountain in Bridgton, Maine from Moose Pond.
The next image is a lurid tail of life and death in the wilds. Yes, the were drops of blood in the snow above that animal's hole.
Mount Jefferson from Pinkham Notch.
The Great Glens snow coach coming back down the Mount Washington Auto Road.
Goose Eye Mountain from Berlin, New Hampshire
And the northern Presidentials from Berlin, New Hampshire.
Mount Meader from the Basin, North Chatham, New Hampshire.
Trending into spring.
And this is the cover of the Fall/Winter 2020 issue. These are the works for an antique wooden clock that have been removed from the case. Here is the larger setup which shows the movement is working.
Check out the article online. Perhaps you even want to visit Mark in Cornish.
Can you spot the sundial?
Clocks of all shapes and sizes.
The clock repairman's assistant?
I hope you have enjoyed another interesting look at a Lake Living Magazine article. Read what Laurie had to say about Mark's work online or get your print issue at local businesses.
My last cycling trip for the year was back up into the White Mountains. I had read the description of this route on GravelMap and saw that gravel bikes weren't recommended so I took the old mountain bike. The ground had frozen some and then it was wet on top. So with my old-fashioned toe clips on the bike, there were plenty of places that were steep enough I couldn't restart once I lost traction. That meant it was time to push. Anyway, not many photos because it was cold.
This last one is at the top of the ridge. Continue on and you descend into Bartlett. It was near sunset so it was time to turn back. Since this ride, the pedals have been changed out to modern platform pedals without clips.
There was one more opportunity for a ride on the road January 1. A storm was predicted for the next day so I took the last opportunity.
And then it changed to this:
It had been too long since I climbed this peak. So here is Caps Ridge Trail again.
Doesn't it look like a giant foot?
Hang around here too long and the Gray Jays flock in. They don't call them "camp robbers" for nothing.
Up the "Caps."
Looking back to the west.
Cranberries and blueberries.
That tiny spot in the upper middle of the frame is a glimpse of Jefferson Notch Rd..
The summit pin, Mount Washington, and the southern Presidentials extending off to the right.
Mount Adams to the north.
Climbing the Rockpile.
And the chasm of Great Gulf below.
I heard this strange whiny wooshing sound. Then there was this glider circling, circling overhead.
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