New England in March is a fickle tease. And this year February seems to have joined in the terrible game. It’s been warm enough for enough time that I couldn’t help pulling out the boats in anticipation of ice-out. The local rivers are free, so local paddling definitely is in the cards. But expeditions on the rivers of Main would be premature.
So I’m using the time to fabricate a canoe trailer for biking to put-ins after staging my vehicle. I’m making it of aluminum square bar and parts from an old jogging stroller.
And this weekend J was on spring break, so of course we wanted to find some snow. I suggested a hike, so off we went to the Whites for an afternoon stroll up Little Haystack in the Pemigewassett Wilderness. It’s the highest J has done, at 4700 ft.
I know what you are thinking: my wife is both gorgeous and a badass. And you absolutely are right. Shout out to you, bae.