3/1/2023 0 Comments Lost caves nhIt was enjoybale for me to challenge another woman to get out of her comfort zone and esperience new things. The man was reluctant to try, but I got the woman to climb down some stairs and brave the underworld. They watched over my stuff as I crawled in. I climbed in and out of several such cavities, when I met with the Israelis again. An amazing adaptation to harsh conditions.įurther down you reached the “caves” – not what I expected, but a lot of fun. The tree roots in one place and grows in another. Amazing beings… Tree roots is what Lost River Reserve is all about. One had its roots on one side of a bridge while the actual tree was on the other. Those might go over the ground for meters. Trees here derive their nourishment from small specks of soil, stuck in little crevices and cracks, to which they send serpentine roots. I enjoyed taking pictures of the falls, following the succession of lichen, mosses, and then higher plants and trees on the granite bedrock. Lost River, NH.Īnother advantage of such a well-maintained site is the multiplicity of interpretive panels, giving information about the history, geology and biology of the area. A cute squirrel welcomed me right at the start The views over the waterfalls were enchanting as always. There were numerous people on the trail, but it wasn’t crowded. This was an easy walk, even as it entailed a downhill and the corresponding uphill on the way back. No treading on tree roots or balancing on rocks. I looked at the crystals and gemstones, dollies and dried flowers, then moved on to the boardwalk. Atypically, the ranger told me: “No problem, you don’t need to go back to the car to change…”. They asked for $19, which I decided was worth it.Īt the gift shop there were all kinds of warnings, including one against wearing sandals. With a bit of fumbling, I eventually found myself at the entrance to a beautiful private reserve. L ooking at the map to what’s nearby, I saw “Lost River Gorge and Caves”.That sounded nice, so I told the robot to send me there. I stopped at the outdoor mall on main street and had a fish and chips, then hit the road again. While in town, I got two new gas cartridges for eleven dollars, cheaper than the camping stores. The damage had no effect on the functioning of the car. This one was easy, as the instinct to move on was paramount. Decisions again, and on the spur of the moment. If I found one place, I will find another. Jim texted me that I should have gotten the part – it sounded cheap. I was not in the mood to get stuck once I set my mind up on moving, so I declined. He knew nothing about the insurance part of things. He said I can order a new bumper from an off-market source for $300 including the work, but I’ll need to stay in the area three days for the part to arrive. A very helpful and down-to-earth mechanic made some phone calls on my behalf. They circled the spot, asking questions about the place, but none stayed.įrom there, I moved on to Lincoln. Since I stopped at the picnic area, a few young couples pulled over as well, checking what the attraction was. I must have disturbed some birds who were trilling their beautiful songs, but now had to inform each other of my presence. I got the stove out and cooked myself hot chocolate with almond milk. Taking example from the Serbian woman, I stopped on the side of the road in one of the picnic rest areas. In between the green conifers, shine the reds and purples of the maples and birches. Two cold nights, and the trees are already shifting colors. Hitting the Kancamagus, I’m on my way to Lincoln, and from there to Vermont. Washington, Cathedral Ledge and Bear Notch Road. I’m finally leaving Jigger Johnson’s Campground, following yesterday’s adventures at Mt.
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