It’s the time of year when I load the dogs up and head north of the notches (that part of NH on the north side of the White Mountains). Some photos, with commentary:
A pano of one of my favorite views. Not a good cover, but we just left one and this is much easier walking – a chance for Dinah and me to relax a bit.
Berries! A not-good-to-eat one, White Baneberry
and a quite tasty (if sour) one, the Cranberry.
And of course, humans leave their mark.
A pile of rock with toys and a worn-out whirligig on top – I’m guessing a grave. Pet? I hope so.
And I’m used to finding piles of trash at the end of tote roads (aka jeep trails) at the point they become impassable, but the debris is usually demolition waste, old teevees, that sort of thing. First time I’ve ever seen a pile of crabs. Thankfully, they’d been there quite a while – Dinah was neither interested in rolling in nor eating them.