We spent 2 nights and 3 days at the top of NH, by the border with Quebec. No cell phones or e-mails. Relaxing, but it was a bit rainy. We did get out to hike the 4th Connecticut Lake trail. This was a bit of nostalgia for us as we had hiked it 23 years ago. The lake is the headwaters of the Connecticut River which starts in northern NH, forms the border with Vermont, goes through Mass. & Ct. all the way down to the Long Island Sound.
The lodge (Tall Timber) was pleasant and the owner brought his German short hair pointers with him and we played with them a bit. That was fun and brought fond memories of our last dog, Tova. I thought I would be sad, but I was o.k.
Lots of signs at border and on the trail. I was able to read most of the French, but had to look up one word (for trapping) when we got home. No fishing, hunting, or trapping etc. The trail was steep and rocky, but we had our hiking shoes and poles. It started raining on the way back and we were glad we had rain jackets.
This is a view of the customs station from part way up the trail. Lots of construction going on there. Not sure why our government is spending so much money there. Not too many people going back and forth to Canada on this rural route. The trail winds back and forth over the U.S. and Canadian border. There are plaques in the ground. The border was decided on in the 1800's by some treaty.
Joe did some fishing at First Connecticut Lake, but it was overcast and drizzling. We didn't stay long. Saw ducks and loons. Also maple trees with red and orange leaves already. Autumn comes early to the great north woods.
On the way up, we took a side road so we could see the pretty waterfall there, Beaver Brook. It was a good trip and tomorrow it's back to work again.
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