Category Archives: Wildlife

Honestly Living

As I have mentioned before, I have come across a TV show that I just can’t get enough of. I have found, and thoroughly enjoy, The Last Alaskans. One review I read on this show used a word to describe this show, that I would also use, intoxicating. Completely intoxicating.

The show is now in its’ second season and I can still honestly say, I can sit down and feel myself relax when I hear the opening music to the show, Heimo Korth narrates the opening behind the pictures, and I wait to see what these characters will reveal this week. The blend of music, amazing scenes, the reverence of the participants to their way of life, the hard work seen, and unseen, the stories, their histories, it’s so real. There is no flash. There is real life. It’s so compelling.  Continue reading

Winter Workout

The other day I was out in the Kuncanowet Forest again. I can’t seem to get enough of those trails through the woods. It’s beautiful country for sure.

Despite the incredibly warm weather we have been getting here in NH during late January and into February, the trails out in the forest were very icy and slick. The temperature was 57° F when I started the hike, but only 41° F when I finished. The wind was howling for most of the time. I ended up covering a little more than 6 miles but it took me much longer than I had anticipated. So very many of steps had to be carefully planned. I held onto trees and rocks to keep myself upright. I did take one pretty good spill while ascending an ice-covered slope disguised as a nice soft hillside covered in leaves.

The back country out there is just beautiful. The old growth trees in some parts are just amazing. I look forward to getting back out there soon. I saw sign of deer, moose, bobcat, porcupine, coyote, beaver, otter, and numerous birds.

I took a couple of pictures with my phone along the hike.

There is some rugged terrain out in this forest.

There is some rugged terrain out in this forest. 1inawesomewonder (C)

This slope was a little bit sketchy to get by, with so much ice.

This slope was a little bit sketchy to get by, with so much ice. 1inawesomewonder (C)

One of many big ole trees in the forest.

One of many big ole trees in the forest. 1inawesomewonder (C)


Gorham Pond from the other side. 1inawesomewonder (C)

I hiked with MapMyWalk! Distance: 6.03mi, time: 03:23:37, pace: 33:48min/mi, speed: 1.78mi/h.


Old Mill Site

I decided to get off of the well beaten path. I followed tracks from deer and bobcats into the woods. Around a bend I saw the land open up to where beavers had made a pond. To my surprise, hidden behind a little knoll, below the beaver dam, there sits this old mill site. Upon closer inspection this site is pretty large, even in comparison to sites I have seen in Weare and Dunbarton. I will return another day when I have more time to explore the stone ruins beyond the mill site. Sometime during the last century or two, there was quite a sizeable operation in this spot I found. Now, the animals make the only tracks around this place, and the water still flows where it’s supposed to as far as the mill would be concerned. It was a pretty cool find on a little walk in the woods.


Stumbling upon history while walking in the woods. Now I want to know the story.

Lost Lake Loop

I started this post back in October (2015) and I have posted several pictures from this trail in a slide show, but I wanted to single out some of those photos even more, so I picked this up where I left off…

Oct. 26, 2015

…In doing some research online, looking for some local trails to pursue, I came across the Kuncanowet Town Forest and Conversation Area. I am so glad that I did. This area is, in my opinion, breathtakingly beautiful. I haven’t even explored all of it yet, and I am taken by its overall setting and beauty. Thanks also to Dunbarton Hikes for the useful videos I found on YouTube. God-willing, I will be back in these woods again soon. Enjoy my attempts to capture the magnificent through the lens of my camera; it’s better in person.

A great place to reflect

Lost Lake: I sat here to pray, to reflect, and really just respect. 1inawesomewonder ©

Bouquet of color

There was more beauty around than I could capture in a dozen visits. 1inawesomewonder ©

Coming in to Lost Lake.

Coming in to Lost Lake. 1inawesomewonder ©



Gradient by foliage

Photo opportunities were in every direction. 1inawesomewonder ©


If only I could build a canopy so beautiful

Welcome to the warmth of this passageway. 1inawesomewonder ©


Meet you in the sky

There is something to be said for the treasure found following the straight and narrow. 1inawesomewonder ©


Lost Lake worth finding

Ahhh, to sit here in silence, allowing time and space their effect. 1inawesomewonder ©

Yellow and the sun

Walking through this country always brightens my outlook. 1inawesomewonder ©

At Peace in the Forest

20160105_132143.jpgI walked in the woods. It was cold. The chill on my face was cold enough for me to notice. I thought that maybe it was cold enough to freeze condensation into my moustache. The snow was hard. It was frozen, molded by the beings that had trodden there before me. My steps were my own, but nearly every one of them landed where another had trod this space recently. My own passage through this place was loud and I wondered who, or what else, knew I was there. I assumed that all animals were keenly aware of my presence. When I stopped to tickle the depths of my throat with the crisp, clean, cold air, I heard nothing else. Save, the fluttering beech nut leaves that clung in the slight winter’s breeze to the twig that gave them life. Now and again I heard the pop of some piece of tree bark that finally succumbed to the temperatures. But for man, I heard nothing. I listened to my heartbeat as my eyes and ears sought out other sounds deep in the forest. The trickle of distant water half covered in ice seemed so loud even when it was still far enough away that I could not see it. The steps I took were in earnest as I couldn’t wait to get to a place where the path ran away to disappear somewhere around the next bend. Finally, after checking a spot along a trail that I had not explored before, I noticed that the foot prints in the snow ended, reversing themselves along the trail as they had entered.20160105_133126.jpg

Ahhh, I looked around and made no haste in determining my new direction. As a matter of fact, I even removed my heavy outer layer of clothing as I had created too much heat on my walk into the woods. I stripped down to my bare back in order to cool down and make sure all layers of my clothing were dry. I was worried that if my shirts were wet, and my pace slowed in the shadows of hills and forest, that I might quickly get too cold. It was only 14°F with a wind chill in the single digits back in the forest. I re-layered, and I wore the heaviest layer like a belt around my waist, because I knew if I was moving, I would be warm enough. I did not want to cut my time short, for there aren’t enough hours available to fully enjoy this landscape already.

Then I decided it would be the tiny deer tracks that I saw, tracks that made the faintest of impressions on the snow dust, like a thin layer of powdered sugar covering the crusted snow, was where I would follow. I walked in the woods. I walked on crusted snow. There were no other foot steps. There was no trail. I followed some animal tracks, but mostly just the lay of the land. The crusted snow was slick in spots but I thought of how much more difficult this walk would be in the summer months of growth. I knelt by a small stream to listen while my eyes searched for each instrument that played such a rhythmic trickle. I looked through the crystal clear sheet of ice and watched the water flow over the bed of the stream. I followed the land and its ease of passage feeling for the contours I would seek if looking at a map of the terrain. I came upon a large wetland that was fed by several small streams, a couple of which I had encountered during my walk. I skirted around the wetland checking the tracks in the snow and noticing the age of the massive fir trees around me. I noticed almost no hard wood trees and figured that the land had been cleared generations before me. Then as the ground rose, away from the water, I noticed a super highway of animal tracks. There were deer, muskrat, turkey, bobcat, coyote, otter, and another bird tracks that I wasn’t sure of. There was probably even more tracks that I missed. But during my time there, only the water, the wind, and I were moving. I stood in silence and let the sun warm my face, as I daydreamed of being there in that spot on some early, early morning to see all the activity connected to the tracks I saw. 20160105_133155.jpg

I listened to the sounds, the silence found in the absence of sound. I talked with my Lord aloud. I figured the nature around me was already familiar with The Lord Almighty, and that it would be just fine to speak aloud. I prayed aloud. I prayed in reverence. I prayed a thankful prayer. I prayed for the vision and attentiveness to notice the awesomeness of the Lord’s works in so many people, places, and things that I encounter every day. I prayed for my Dad, for my whole family, and for many more. I prayed for our leaders to boldly go where true leaders must go. I prayed for God’s direction for them, for me, for my family, for us all. I prayed about a lot of things. I talked openly with God. Finally I prayed for more opportunities to be in such wild and natural places as often as His will would allow. For me, there’s a calming, encompassing, peace and a connection to God that is unmistakable when truly engaged in the forest. For all of life that whisks by us in a blur that seems to be an endless loop at times, I was so grateful for these couple of hours in nature. I knew I had other commitments that I needed to attend to, so I made my way out of the forest, reluctantly returning to reality. As I left the woods and was returning to the places I needed to be, I saw a large, beautiful, wandering coyote going about his or her day. I smiled and I thought, perfect, I am leaving, let the animals return to their business. 20160105_133840.jpg

Abrams Pond 2015

Once again, the Lord blessed us, allowing us to be able to get to our favorite vacation spot for the fifth year in a row. Another week at Abrams Pond in Eastbrook, Maine. Often I sit and think just how fortunate I am. God has blessed my family and I so many more times than I could count, or even begin to fathom how or why we deserve life’s rewards. So, with humility, I share the pictures that tell the stores of our week in Maine.

You may be standing right next to me as I notice something flying in the sky half a mile away. I am constantly looking to the skies, to the depths of the waters, to the shadows between the trees, or along the sides of the beaten paths. And sometimes, I am fortunate enough to see the life of the wild that is around me.



A juvenile eagle welcomes us to Abrams Pond

A juvenile eagle welcomes us to Abrams Pond


Great Blue on a grey day

Great Blue and the greys


Swimming duck

The ducks are a constant around the dock


Our Bald Eagle friend made several appearances during the week

Our Bald Eagle friend made several appearances during the week


Of course, we travel as a family. It’s a family vacation. One of the things that we love so much about this place, is the speed of life, or the lack thereof. The kids love the yard, the house, and of course the lake. As the kids grow, so does their enjoyment, and therefore our pleasure. I look at these and I smile. Sometimes, all I can do is trail behind and just try to keep up.



Eyes on the prize

I want to look at the camera but my eyes are on the prize


Check out this catch

Check out this catch


Lake fun

The sun is down, but that doesn’t stop the kids’ fun on the water


Our little fisherman

Is there pride in those eyes of our little fisherman


Photo with the fish

All smiles with a handful of fish


Proud of their fish

This twin team is proud of their fish


That's a proud boy

Different day, probably the same fish


The lonely fisherman and his can of Pringles

The lonely fisherman and his can of Pringles


Time and space to chill

We love it here, because all ages have time and space to relax


Looking for crabs at Acadia Schoodic Point

Looking for crabs at Acadia – Schoodic Point


Lonely swimmer blues

Lonely swimmer blues – Lamoine Beach


Then there are the scenes we have become accustomed to around Abrams Pond. There are many, and a few of them are captured here. Some might be repetitive from previous years, but we never tire of them.



Chair by moon reflection

A favorite spot of my wife, day or night


Calm reflection

The calm reflection of another perfect evening


Lakeside fire

We do love our fires, at home or in Maine


The incoming tide creates a river from one basin down to another

The incoming tide creates a river from one basin down to another – Acadia Schoodic Point


Moon over the lake

The moon rises in peace


Over the hundreds of posts I have published here, I have used thousands and thousands of words to tell stories or share pieces of my life. But then, there’s the sky. The sky that makes the rest look so small. The sky that changes by the second. The sky that can hold my attention for hours at a time. The sky that only God put in its’ place. Graphics nowadays are tremendous on games and screens, but nothing beats the sky in all of its’ grandeur.



Abrams Pond 2015

Afternoon on a splendid day at Abrams Pond 2015


Abrams Pond Evening 2015

The silhouettes fish under this gorgeous evening sky at Abrams Pond 2015


Abrams Pond Sky 2015

Imagine the senses engaged by welcoming each and every second of the changing evening sky


God's canvas

How many times is God’s canvas wiped clean only to be replaced by a picture more beautiful than the one before


Huge sky

The lake and its’ 400+ acres just seem smaller on some days


Moon rising and reflection

The sky was already beautiful and then the moon was revealed


SuperMoon Eve

The eve of Super Moon 2015


What else do you need

The air is warm, the breeze just right, the day empty of to do’s, what else could I need


All I can say is that, we are hopeful to return to this favorite place in 2016. I thank God for the blessings that allow this trip to come together for five years running. I thank my family, all around, for making this place come to life each summer; I am the beneficiary indeed. Thank you J for all you do to make this place what it is. I, we, enjoy the correspondence we share. And J, I also enjoy sharing my love of this place and the love of baseball with you. Abrams Pond 2015, was completely our pleasure. Thank you.

Sweet Reunion

NB Sky

Looking North and West from Judy Hill in New Brunswick. Charleston Road.






Sometimes when I least expect it a moment is pulled from the normal and sets itself apart. That happened to me last Thursday when I ran into some old friends. It was an impromptu meeting that left me overjoyed to have a few minutes of interaction with them again after many years of being caught up in our own lives and the places our lives take us. I am thankful for those minutes, for those people, and for the mutual feelings we have for one another that were quite apparent last Thursday. It was a sweet reunion of sorts for certain.

NB Sky 2

Lots of sky looking from the St. Thomas Road in New Brunswick.




Then there are my trips to Canada, to New Brunswick. Those trips always include sweet reunions, usually several. This trip certainly didn’t disappoint.

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