“Kerplink, kerplunk”* — ah, the sound of berries hitting the bucket bottom.
My intention in writing this hiking column is to help people enjoy the mountains by sharing my experience about places to go. Also over the years, new maps and guidebooks have raised awareness of where to go, benefiting the hiking public, including me. I have passed some of these hikes along…
We had driven up Route 16 from Seabrook. Dad’s school nurse, Theresa Hays, had offered us the use of the family camp on Rocky Branch for the Memorial Day weekend.
The sixth annual Dole 3-Miler Race took place on Saturday, Aug. 10 at the Mountain Division Trail in Fryeburg, Maine, and attracted a host of runners of all ages and abilities.
There is one sound that speaks to the wilderness more than any other and that is the call of a loon at sundown. The first time, I ever heard a loon call was on a canoe trip in the Allagash in Maine. Our campfire had died down to just the embers and we had crawled into our sleeping bags for t…
Nearly 40 people turned out late last month to give a few popular trails off Hurricane Mountain Road some general maintenance during a White Mountains chapter of the New England Mountain Bike Association trail work day.
When did roundabouts come around? I first encountered one in 1977. A friend and I were driving from Virginia to Keene. We were looking for Antioch University. According to our paper maps (no GPS then), and directions, Antioch was close to Keene’s Central Square.
Everyone’s race calendar has been filled these last few weeks. On Aug. 1, Dave, Kerry and Sophie Oedel hosted the I’ll Be Dipped 5K Prediction Race at their home on Silver Lake. There were over 30 people for the event and the lake was a very refreshing finish line.
There is a jewel among us — something that we anglers pursue whenever we get the opportunity. Something so precious that talk of the treasure is held in hushed tones.
Late July is a good time to go North. Recently, my visiting friend, Carl, and I went up to the Second College Grant north of Errol. We did the moderate yet exciting hike up the Diamond Peaks (2,040 feet).
All that talk about bass fishing last week got me to thinking back to the time before I got hooked on fly fishing. It is hard to believe that back in the Dark Ages, I was a devoted bass fisherman. I still have two large tackle boxes full of bass plugs and spinnerbaits. And despite the desper…
After a long winter and a slow spring, many of us wondered if it would ever get warm again. We’re wondering no more. The last few weeks have been brutally hot and humid! It appears the “dog days” of summer are upon us.