Spent three wonderful days at Umbagog Lake...

That magical time of day.

When the wind dies,

And the water becomes a mirror.

As the reds ands oranges of sunset,

Become pinks, tangerines and purples.

Fading at last to night.

I am still and quiet, and content.

...Well I am back in civilization again for a few days anyway. Planning on heading over to Nova Scotia here sometime this week. Totally enjoyed New Hampshire. I hiked Thursday for about six hours at Bear Brook State Park and then Saturday I kayaked for four around Lake Umbagog. The rest of the time I did a lot of nothing. Read some books and looked at the lake and just relaxed. Sunday night I sat for about 2 hours as the sun set across the lake and just watched. It was so entrancing to listen to the loons and see the clouds changing shape and color. I am no poet but I do sometimes write poetry, which not too many people know. The words above just came to me over the two hours so I thought I would share them with you all. Not sure where I am going to spend the next couple of days but I will let you all know before I get on the boat. Take care, Jim