# Midsummer
Bathed by the flickering orange light of the Tiki lamps, the golden retrievers lay sleeping on the deck overlooking the mountains after a mid summers day spent swimming in rivers, chasing sticks and romping across wooded paths. Between songs you could hear the sounds of merriment waft from the houses below. The sun had set and the stars were coming out while the wisps of campfire spawns long forgotten memories of other mid summers past.
The bat and the lightning bug alternate for the eyes attention while searching for early constellations in the fresh night sky.
Out to another favorite spot today for a quick walk and a swim. This time I dragged along the D70 and a couple of condenser mic’s to grab some 96k stereo river sounds. Came out well enough. No motion in the shots – I had neither a fluid head or a slider. One of these times we will bring it all together.
Next time I am going to pack in the audio equipment and see if I cant grab some 5.1 of the river with a nice slow and STEADY (sorry about the vid) 4k video underneath.
We have been wanting to visit the mountain wanderer book shop for some time now and today seemed like the perfect day for it. Forty-Five minutes from Mittenstock and over the pass (where there was still plenty of snow) lies the town of Lincoln and the Mountain Wanderer book shop. If you are a fan of the area and a hiker – this is a must visit. Owner Steve Smith is well known in the area as a well of information on all topics White Mountains. Do visit his blog for a fabulous resource of information on hikes and destinations you would probably not have thought of or even knew about.
We enjoyed a long chin wag with Steve and secured a new stack of literature for Mittenstock in the process.
After that we drove up to Cannon and had a look around. Cold, windy and wet (as it has been for so long this spring). I realized that I had not been back to Cannon for over 35 years. I had to stop to snap a shot of WG ridge as well as ‘Old Cannon’ where you can clearly see the face plant of the old man at the top of the slabs. Back in the day I climbed over his ear and around the cables, iron rods and epoxy that held him together.
Fun quick road trip despite the weather – with promises to return under fairer skies for future adventures.
The Whitney Gilman Ridge rising up into the clouds on a cold wet dayCannon slabs with the pink rock scar from the collapse of the old man of the mountains.
The sun is well on it’s way to the north now – Same as it will be in early August I am told. Cold start to the season, but still a sweet view and one I doubt I will ever grow tired of. I love the lone birch in the new lot. My spirit tree.
A classic short walk – and a great time of year to do it. It is interesting to see the recovery from the fire a couple years ago. The bugs are just coming out, as are the leaves. Saw our first trillium of the season. All and all a walk that does not disappoint.
(The video is downsampled to 4K – Click the gear in the player to up the resolution (if you have the screen for it)oh, and full size is best size. Just sayin)
We got first tracks again Sunday morning. There were flurries all the while we were on the slopes. It was like some giant was picking up the snow globe and giving it a good shake every time it started to settle down. It was a warmish 35 and sunny at times back at Mittenstock.
Sally had left. I was waiting for the dishwasher to finish while packing up after a great weekend. I saw that Chocorua had slipped behind some squalls again so I quickly set up a D800 with a 50mm and hooked up the intervalometer.
