My last cycling trip for the year was back up into the White Mountains. I had read the description of this route on GravelMap and saw that gravel bikes weren't recommended so I took the old mountain bike. The ground had frozen some and then it was wet on top. So with my old-fashioned toe clips on the bike, there were plenty of places that were steep enough I couldn't restart once I lost traction. That meant it was time to push. Anyway, not many photos because it was cold.
This last one is at the top of the ridge. Continue on and you descend into Bartlett. It was near sunset so it was time to turn back. Since this ride, the pedals have been changed out to modern platform pedals without clips.
There was one more opportunity for a ride on the road January 1. A storm was predicted for the next day so I took the last opportunity.
And then it changed to this:
It had been too long since I climbed this peak. So here is Caps Ridge Trail again.
Doesn't it look like a giant foot?
Hang around here too long and the Gray Jays flock in. They don't call them "camp robbers" for nothing.
Up the "Caps."
Looking back to the west.
Cranberries and blueberries.
That tiny spot in the upper middle of the frame is a glimpse of Jefferson Notch Rd..
The summit pin, Mount Washington, and the southern Presidentials extending off to the right.
Mount Adams to the north.
Climbing the Rockpile.
And the chasm of Great Gulf below.
I heard this strange whiny wooshing sound. Then there was this glider circling, circling overhead.
At the end of 2020 I've been playing catch-up with blog postings. This will be the last one in 2020, but there are at least a couple more 2020 postings that you will see soon in 2021. End of year photo projects often put blog postings on the back burner. Perhaps I'll try Instagram as a way to share photos in 2021 too. Or if you have another suggestion, please share either by emailing me or leaving a comment. I hope you enjoy these experiences I have been able to share with you in the past year. Did you notice a rare photo with myself in it? Look quickly, I may delete it. Let me know what you think of the blog. I wish you all the best in 2021.
Mount Meader was a pleasant surprise. It's overshadowed by it's neighbor, South Baldface, both literally and figuratively. But it is a very nice hike it its own right. There are no spectacular ledges like on the Baldface Circle Trail, but there are some really unique views over the Basin, Shell Pond, and into Evans Notch. And at this time of year with the leaves off, the woods are very open. So here we go.
We took the side trail to Brickett Falls and then bushwhacked back to the main trail.
See, the Baldfaces.
Evans Notch and beyond is Caribou.
The views aren't really at the summit.
Speckled Mountain and a glimpse of the Basin.
The Basin dam, and, in the upper right of this photo, the Brickett Place.
And the open woods on the trail back down. This was November 29, the days are short.
The Presidentials received some snow this fall, but as happens often, most of it melted. This allowed for the perfect opportunity to climb Mount Eisenhower by way of the Edmands Path. This isn't a rugged trail which makes it popular. It is great to get above the treeline again.
In a sheltered section of the trail there was some lingering snow and ice.
Looking toward the north: Mount Jefferson is on the left, but Franklin blocks Mount Washington from sight in this photo.
Looking toward the southeast. That is Kearsarge on the left horizon.
Pleasant Mountain in Denmark and Bridgton, Maine shows up on the horizon here.
I like that single cloud.
A little pond below the summit of Eisenhower. There were so many hikers at the top that all you get to see in this post is photos of the view.
And heading back down.
First a gravel ride to Mountain Pond near Jackson. November 8
No snow here.
And a peek at South Baldface on the left.
Heading back down trying to beat the sunset.
Next Province Pond in South Chatham on the eastern side of the White Mountains. December 13
Now there is some snow.
Here is Province Pond. The ride out got a little dark since the headlight had been forgotten at home. This ride was wet, snowy, and rugged enough that the mountain bike was definitely the way to go.
These are two rides I want to revisit in 2021. Join me!