Saturday Hike, Run, Walk (for a cause) Plan for Sunday

Saturday dawned with a big list of things to do (all accomplished by the way). I need the list to get things done. I’ve learned that when I have a list when I go to bed the night before everything gets done.

  1. Hike with Winnie
  2. 4 Mile run (because it was the plan)
  3. Out of the Darkness Benefit Walk with Jeff & Winnie
  4. Lunch with Mom & Dad (we love the Common Man)
  5. Plan for Sunday’s hike
  6. Work outing at Mel’s
    I’m pooped and reading to head north tomorrow for a great hike in finally cool temps. High for tomorrow: 65!

Dog Hike to South Hancock

Winnie did great on the hike to South Hancock. There were several stream crossing and a few times she had to lay in the river to cool down. The trail was magnificent and a nice hike until the last mile to South Hancock when it was a good climb.

The first stream crossing. It was a nice leisurely hike for the first 2 miles and we took a lot of water breaks.
So many rocks and streams. The hike was awesome.
The start of the trail from the Kancamagus Highway.

 

Mountain Towns

“I leave Park City grateful for my years there, for the comfort I found in a place where every nook and cranny became as familiar to me as drawing a breath. … but I did learn something anyway about what’s important in life: a stand of aspen trees, still green but just about to go golden, and first turns on a bright, blue morning after the high desert and angels have been making powder all day.” Pam Houston (83)

Substitute Park City with every mountain town (east and west) that I’ve lived in.  I miss that life. I like where I live now but living in rural towns in the east and west seem like a simpler more beautiful life. I remember driving up Killington’s access road to the ah ha moment you see the peak. I loved driving south on Route 40 in Grand County and see the Continental Divide in the distance; colors always changing. I remember the rocky summits that surrounded Tucson and how surprised I was that the hiking and mountain biking were so good.

I remember dogs running off and getting into trouble,  making list of trails to hike, hiking above treeline for miles above Winter Park.

And road trips with dogs, now both gone to dog heaven. I miss it all.

 

It’s Biking Season in NH, finally

Bike Path by I-89

I have a little bit of temperature requirement to go out on my bike – 60 degrees. Today was just about 60 around 1 p.m. so during my lunch break I went for a ride.

Bike Path by I-89A field near NH Audubon McLane Center

Beautiful, green landscapes everywhere!

This morning Winnie and I hiked on the Marjorie Swope Park Trail and it is glorious. All the trees are budding and there is still a big of a stream on the Carter Hill connector trail to West End for Winnie to take a drink. Later that day I pulled a tick out of ear – the times we live in. #ifeellikethereareticksonme

Daily Stats:
Hike: 3M
Run: 0M
Swim: 0
Bike: 12.3

Black Bear: Mama and cub

Today while hiking in Winant Park in Concord I stumbled upon a big, black bear and her cub. Actually, I just saw a big, black furry blob and a small, cute cub – stopped, called Winnie and started running back to the car.

I know you’re not suppose to run but I did. I’ve never – in all my years of hiking – seen a bear on the trail; much less a mama and her cub.

Winnie was so great – she came to me and we ran back to the car. So scary.

This was us just the day before on a more calm, no-wildlife hike: