There was so much color on North Pack Monadnock that when we got up Sunday morning, we decided maybe we should drive on up to the White Mountains to see how they’re doing. It’s a good thing we did. This Fall is a little strange, it seems. Some of the trees are completely bare already. Some are at absolute peak. And a few stragglers haven’t started yet. So I think if you want to see really dramatic colors, you’d better get up to the Kancamagus this weekend. Or heck, take a day off this week if you can. Because I think if you wait until the traditional second week of October, you’re going to be disappointed. For proof, I offer this photo:
Today’s destination was Greeley Ponds (there are two of them, about a half mile apart from each other; you don’t just go to one). We’re giving this trail an official “meh” rating, though that could be the result of being so happy with NPM the day before. The trail is fairly flat, though it does rise gently most of the way out. There are many stream crossings (as you’ll see below), and the path is a mass of ankle-breaking roots. Lace up your boots carefully, or maybe keep driving down the road to some of the other spots along the Kanc. There are so many that I frankly wouldn’t bother with this one.
All that said, the ponds are pretty.
There’s not much Kate in this post (you’re welcome, Joe). I wasn’t in a great mood and therefore not terribly photographable (or photogenic). I snapped out of on the way back, don’t worry.
This rock was huge. I probably should have jumped into the shot for scale. I might have come up to the bottom of that tree that’s growing out of it.
So here I am, feeling better and crossing one of the last streams. I asked Yen if he wanted me to go back and stand in the middle for a better photo. Of course he did.
Bam! Lost my footing and went down. Luckily I only stepped down, both feet deep in the cold mountain water. So you can’t really see any damage here, except now I’ve climbed out and am cracking up at myself. We were both pretty disappointed that Yen was so concerned with making sure I didn’t get hurt that he didn’t capture the moment when I fell in. That would have been a great photo.
I squished back to the car and changed shoes, and we continued one down the road a bit.
We’ve decided to skip the White Mountains for the rest of the season. We’ve just been here too many times, and we’re unimpressed by what should be very impressive scenery. Next weekend we’ll be in Acadia with David, but after that we’re going to try areas to the west that we haven’t explored.