Shingle Pond

Yesterday was a chore day--just the usual--grocery shopping, laundry, vacuuming.  I had hoped for a relaxing day, but the chores continued on until I got completely tuckered out.  I’m completely tuckered out today, but at least it’s not from doing chores.

Lower Kimball Pond

Making Lunch coffee

Gene wanted to show me a good time, so, since he knew I liked ponds, he found one that looked promising without a difficult hike.  The hike was very nice through open forest and generally close enough to Weeks Brook to hear the water running.  The footpath was good without many rocks and a gentle grade uphill.  However, the pond turned out to be nothing special.

We had hoped for a nice rock to sit on with a view of the pond.  Since we couldn’t find that, we just sat on the edge of the trail for our lunch.  Gene even carried the stove and made coffee for himself and tea for me to go along with our teacake for dessert.  He’s so good to me.

Shingle Pond

We came home by way of route 113 which curves in and out of Maine and New Hampshire.  It also passed by Lower and Upper Kimball Pond.  Lower Kimball is more like a lake than a pond with houses dotting the shoreline.

Old Brickett Place

Toward the northern end of 113 we got back into White Mountain National Forest.  There we found the historic Brickett Place, built about 1830.  That’s all we know about this old brick home.  It was closed for renovation and there was nothing to indicate what it’s historical significance might have been.

Weeks Brook Trail through open forest

I think that about wraps it up for today.