June 5, Otter Pond, New London, NH: This was another ORFS (Outdoor Recreation for Seniors) trip, on a day which threatened rain and thunderstorms. The rain turned out to be very light, and it held off until we were finished eating lunch. From the day:
June 7, Hall’s Pond, Ashford, CT: Then it was south to Connecticut, meeting up with my sister, brother-in-law, and friend Barbara. We picked up a screen door at Home Depot, shared food, and in the morning saw Holly and Bill off to Maryland. Then we could go out and play, and Hall’s Pond (Kennerson Reservoir) is one of my favorite places. It was overcast, but very pleasant.
The mountain laurel was just coming to peak, and ranged from the whitest I’ve ever seen, to the usual pink, to the deep pink of sheeps laurel.
There were lots of blueberry bushes around the edges of the pond and its islands, and oak trees bending over the water.
And then, there were these very strange growths. Maybe a bud (but of what?) colonized by some insect? And what? Not something I’ve noticed before, but it does look like something chewed its way out. Or in.
Then out to Simsbury, and the next morning, sitting out on the deck, I saw a camera shy bear – it was hanging out in the neighbor’s yard while I got the madly barking dog and the freaked by bear cat in the house and got my camera and got within camera range – and then it turned and left. The bear butt photo I did get is so not worth posting!
June 9, Day of the Dogs (and cat): The Simsbury household includes a Yorkie, Ashling, and Fiona the cat. We also were dog sitting for Mimi from next door. Ash:
Mimi on Linda’s lap:
And then on to a party in New Hampshire, where Alex made his presence known:
Sunday, June 10: A group from the Black River Action Team (hence the BRAT shirts) were planting the second rain garden in a development in Springfield, VT, and I went to help. This neighborhood has areas that collect water – and when it pools over your yard and driveway, and then freezes, it’s not a good thing! A depression is dug with a channel to catch the water, then a few inches of compost, and that is covered with a couple of inches of mulch, and holes dug through all that for the plants. The first one has filled in nicely in the past year:
and the new one is on its way.
Then, as I was already in Springfield, I put in at the boat launch where the Black River joins the Connecticut. It being a bright and sunny day, there were lots of power boats out, from small fishing boats with electric motors, to pontoon party boats, to jet boats whizzing by. I started out in the cove where the rivers meet.
In the winter, this cove is cluttered with ice fishing houses. One pulled up on the shore is currently in use – small, but what a setting!
The new maple leaves are still showing a lot of color, and there were irises lining parts of the bay and river. The range of yellows was more than I usually see.
Then out on the Connecticut. On the New Hampshire side is
The flag they fly is a variation on the pine tree flag of the Massachusetts Bay Colony. The fort became unnecessary after the Revolution, and was rebuilt about 50 years ago as a living history museum.
The Connecticut is a big river – long, and wider and wider as it heads south – and it accumulates big trash. Anyone need a boat? or a wood stove??
At least this is natural!
I saw a loon!! I’ve never seen one on the Connecticut; they generally prefer the quieter lakes and ponds. And an eagle. Neither stuck around for photos.
There are obviously beaver:
and this pine tree was dripping sap, which hardened in crystal icicles.
I had paddled a lazy round of the bay, and then about 2.5 miles down river. It was a much faster trip back, as I’d run my camera out of battery, and I had good views of Mt. Ascutney, on which I used the remaining camera life.
Tuesday, June 12, Ompompaanoosac River: If it’s Tuesday, it must be ORFS! I met my friend Cindy (mother of Alex; see June 9) and we went up to
and paddled up river as far as we could go without walking.
Then returned, and went just far enough to see the Connecticut River, on the other side of the railroad bridge. Cindy had places to go and a neighbor to babysit; I returned her to her car and headed down along the river, stopping along it for lunch, and taking my time.
Thursday, June 14: The last expedition this past week was to the Jamaica Cottage Shop, where they build kits (and buildings) for all kinds of small structures, from outhouses (I’m sure they didn’t build the plastic ones!)
They also do tiny houses, and in between garages, sheds, barns, etc. Holly and Bill built their barn/garage from one of their kits.
Then we sought out a quiet place for lunch, settling on
where I kayaked last year with George and Charlene. We hadn’t brought boats this trip, but enjoyed lunch sitting on the shore – and watching this eagle fly in. This is as far as the zoom on my camera will stretch – it was far enough away so it was hard to identify.
On to the next adventure!