Peacham and Miles

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My last post was about two hikes and this one is about two ponds that I paddled in late June.  This is often my plan.  I alternate hiking with kayaking during the week and take the week-ends to do other things and avoid the week-enders.

This will finish my posts about June in Vermont.  On to July….at least before August gets here I hope

PEACHAM POND

Peacham Pond  is 28 miles away and takes about 35 minutes to get there.  The pond is bigger than some others that I paddle at 331 acres.  

The water was glassy when I started out and the size of the “pond” makes the shoreline indistinct at this distance.

I started paddling around the edge of the water as usual.  There were quite a few houses on the lake but I find I took no pictures of them.  I stuck to the sections of shore line that were undeveloped.

Once I was far enough down the shore, I paddled over to the island. 

Athough there were signs warning that nesting loons were on the island, I sadly did not see any.  

I heard bullfrogs close by and loons at some distance but saw no wildlife. 

Too many houses I guess.  I must learn to check out if there is a homeowners association for the ponds I paddle.  That’s a clue that I will find more houses and power boats than I prefer.

Can’t decide if I will return to give Peacham Pond a second chance since there are so many others to choose from.  But it was still wonderful to be on the water and it’s great exercise.

MILES POND

On Thursday of this same week, I took my kayak to Miles Pond where I had better luck.  Miles is possibly the closest pond to me, only 12 miles away.  I’ve been here before.   It’s a bit smaller than Peacham at 206 acres and also has houses but the loons were there the day I visited which was great

I zoomed in a bit across the pond to show the houses.  They are going down both long sides of the water.

I only took one house picture close up so this must have been my favorite of the pond front properties.   Or maybe it was just its paint scheme that appealed.  Definitely color coordinated – chairs, tables and all.

Paddling along the shore I can hear rushing water and sometimes can get a look.  I paddled back into this small opening.

And found this sweet talking stream.  Few things are as appealing to me as the sound of moving water.

This lake too had an island in the middle.  I wish I knew why that was so common but no Loon signs around this one.   The gray clouds are a bit concerning but no rain is predicted.  However that doesn’t always mean much.

Happily the loons were here.

I saw this pair several times during the morning but no chicks.

Miles pond has a wild end which was where I was headed.   The sides have homes all along but the wildness starts before you get near the end which is swampy. 

The Great Blue Heron stood as still as a statue.   I had downloaded Merlin and had it on as I paddled.  I was surprised at how many birds were here beyond the ones I could see or whose calls and songs I recognized.

I heard the Red Winged Blackbird before I saw him so I was on the look out.  I was on the look out for others whose songs I recognized like the Kingfisher and those I did not like the Tree Swallows that Merlin identified for me.  The kingfisher was too fast and the tree swallows were literally zooming all around, up and down, back and forth.  Both were impossible to photograph but it was wonderful to see them.

I heard other birds I recognized but didn’t see like the Red Eyed Vireo, the Cedar Waxwing, the Goldfinch, the Robin, the Eastern Phoebe and the Song Sparrow.  Merlin told me there were others whose songs I did not recognize like Yellow Warbler, the Least Flycatcher, the Warbling Vireo whom I’d never even heard of.

It was a very good day for hearing birds and seeing a few.    And I’m obviously not the only one listening for running water.   In the distance of this and the photo above you can see the Beaver beavers too have built a house on the pond.

Looks like a two room cottage.   I wish I’d seen the builders.  Maybe it’s a big family.

I paddled on many more ponds in July so they will be in upcoming posts.  It is my favorite thing to do here where there are SO many and the trails are SO muddy with all the rain.

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JUNE 24
Lyndon State Forest

I just discovered Lyndon State Forest.  Pronounced Linden). 

This is probably because it is a biking/hiking set of trails and I passed it by in my research.  I worry a bit about hiking on trails where mountain bikers fly by. 

But with rain predicted, of course, I didn’t want to go too far away.  Lyndon State Forest is only 8 miles away so I decided to try it out.   I didn’t see a soul and there were no cars in the parking lot when I arrived or when I left.  PERFECT!

As you can see from the map, there are a lot of trails here.  The main one is 2 miles and the rest go off of it all over the place.  There are infrequent trail markers but a few maps like this one kept me from getting lost.

The entrance to the forest is on the main trail called Permit.

This 72 acres of land was one of the first parcels  acquired by the State of Vermont, purchased in 1912.

The area is hilly and I read was composed mostly of sandy soils. Early photos show drifting sand “dunes” and sparse patches of grass.

Soon after the parcel was acquired, plantings of Scotch pine, white pine, red pine, and some white spruce began.  The plantings continued until 1984.  I love pine needled paths and there were plenty of them here.

This is an example of the wooden trail signs.  Great if you have a map so you can see where that intersection is and determine which way to go.  I always take a picture of the map at the trail head just for situations like this. 

This fella was the only creature I saw the entire morning.

I did all the trails in order to get 4 miles of hiking.  But of course my favorite was the one that went by the water.  I don’t know the name of this stream that flows into the Passumpsic River which is also the destination of the Moose River.  I read that Passumpsic is an Abenaki Indian word meaning “clear, sandy bottom”.   That is an obvious sandy beach along side the stream.

This bridge led to the bench overlooking the water.  I’d like to go back after some rains to see it though I didn’t think to do that after the flood.  Not sure how muddy the trails would be.   I should have taken the bridge photograph from the other direction but I didn’t think about it either.

I’m not a mountain bicyclist and never have been but these seem pretty narrow trails for biking.  I know they gave me pause wondering about someone coming up behind me or racing towards me.

You can barely see Gracie at the end of my hiking down this narrowest of all trails.
Still it was a very nice way to get some exercise and I would definitely return though not on a weekend.

JUNE 28
Artists Bluff and Bald Mountain

Artists Bluff & Bald Mountain Trails connect so I set out to do both.  The Trail head is in New Hampshire but only a 30 minute drive.   The New Hampshire State Line is only 7 miles away which is really nice since I can access kayaking and hiking in both states.  The trailhead is located at the top of Franconia Notch.  Apparently folks have been doing this hike since the mid 1800s.       The rocky beginning was only a portent of things to come.

Yes this is the trail.  Not only was the climb from the parking area steep, but the trail was covered with rocks and roots to trip you up and with loose gravel that made your feet slip.

They claim the trail isn’t long but don’t come without hiking poles and good knees.  

There were not red arrows pointing the way all along but the ones there were, were very helpful.

It’s pretty much straight up and I was really looking forward to the view I could glimpse ahead when I finally got there.

I’d read that here I would find some of the best views of Cannon Mountain and Franconia Notch in the White Mountains.  The name Artists Bluff dates to the Grand Hotel era in the late 1800s and early 1900s when resorts across the Whites catered to an upper-class clientele seeking escape from bustling industrial cities and one assumes plein air sketching and painting.

What I found at first was Echo Lake and Cannon mountain scarred with ski slopes.   But that paled in comparison with what I saw when I turned to my right.

Great views of the mountains, Echo Lake and Interstate 93.

I guess they had to put the interstate through the notch but the view I was expecting from the paintings I’d seen was not there unless somehow you could block out both the mowed strips down the mountain and the road visuals and noise.  There was plenty of noise.

To say I was disappointed especially after the rocky steep climb up would be an understatement.  With the intrusion of I-93 it’s difficult to see the gorgeous view experienced by hikers over 150 years ago and by the artists for whom it was named.    I can’t imagine anyone would want to paint it now unless they could creatively leave out all the damage done.

On my way back down I saw a trail off to the right that told me I could get to Bald Mountain.  I thought perhaps I would get a more pristine view of the White Mountains from there so I climbed back up.

There were promising views from the trail.

The climb was equally steep and rocky.  But especially difficult was the straight up giant rock faces at trail’s end leading to the top.   Yes it was very tricky.

The views were somewhat better than Artists’ Bluff.   That’s Echo Lake in the distance.

The view from the side of the rock top on Bald Mountain.

In the first picture I minimized the ski trails, buildings and parking lots you see on your right.

Usually I find going down steep and rocky trails to be more difficult than going up but not here.  I was able to sit down and stretch my legs down the faces so it was only a short drop rather than a difficult stretch up.  Not as much of a problem for someone with longer legs.     Once I got back on the trail itself, things were fine.

Despite my disappointment in the non pristine views, it was a fun and adventurous hike planning my footsteps as I went.

I’ll close with the best picture I took from the top of Bald Mountain and what I wish was all that could be seen from there with forests on every other side.