Forty-eight degrees the other morning at the house, and I had to find a blanket the night before. There is a change in the air. To be honest, …
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If summer was a mountain, then July 15 each year is the day we collectively reach the summit. Once there, we pause for a bit, reflecting on th…
Not long ago, I was talking to a friend about wild trout streams in the White Mountains. He happened to mention a stream that I had never hear…