Warmth is arriving in New England. It was a perfect weekend to pack the tent, a cooler and head out into the woods. We didn’t need a reservation. We meandered down the back roads until reaching New Hampshire and enjoyed the chirping of the birds and the scents of spring. Landing along the Kanc Highway, we stopped at one of the last campgrounds and picked a secluded site.
We weren’t the only campers this weekend, but it was relaxingly quiet. Nature lovers unite.
Taking an early afternoon walk and chasing down the source of the running water we could hear from our campsite seemed an appropriate afternoon activity. We headed down to the river and sat on its banks – as the white noise of rushing waters over rocks blocked out every other possible sound.
Having no schedule is one of the best parts of getting away from home. Whether a lake, river, or stream – there is something rejuvinating about watching and listening to moving water.
Lunch involves stoking a hot fire and boiling a couple cans of beans and roasting hot dogs. A full belly, warm fire and a cool afternoon breeze feel best with your feet up in a hammock.
Hammock views are anything to just shake a stick at.
I always bring a selection from Henry David Thoreau and the latest Maine Magazine. Reaching over hammock’s edge – I push hard off the ground – sending my hammock into a five minute back-and-forth rocking session. It’s enough to get me through a few pages before I reach back down to the ground.
Spending 48 hours trying to see how many antique covered bridges you can find is always a good use of time.The classic countryside is always enjoyable.
The fireside is a place where friends and families grow closer, where stories are brought forth and conversation knows no bounds. As one of the oldest gathering places, the fire is intriguing a place to cherish the memories that are made. As always, another treasured trip into the woods. Until next time…