Woods & Waters of the Northland

My first view of the Rapid River in a Maine after driving some 15 miles down unmarked logging roads with no GPS and bushwhacking two miles through thick woods.

I rest easy when I'm in the north woods. The deepness of the green and the water and the night are a comfort for me.  We spent the last week camping in northern New Hampshire and western Maine. 

Our home away from home.

Deer Mountain Campground, New Hampshire

I spent a lot of time exploring water - the Rapid River, the Magalloway, the Upper Connecticut. Many wild fish were caught, some big ones lost. A thunderstorm came in over two hours one night. We sat by the fire and listened as it worked its way south out of Canada and finally fell asleep as torrential rain rolled its fingers across the roof of our camper. It was a good, hard sleep that night. 

Garfield Falls, New Hampshire

The humidity hit later in the week, slowing us a down a bit. Another storm came early Friday morning - 4 a.m. - and pushed in a cold front. The breeze stuck with us for a few days. We woke up late, ate a hearty breakfast at the local diner, hiked Magalloway Mountain, and in the evening caught landlocked salmon, brook trout, brown trout, and rainbow trout on a high floating caddis. 

It was buggy at times.