Friday, 24 hours after torrential rains battered the Lakes Region of New Hampshire, morning light dawned bright and clear, and the sun burned off any remnants of mist hanging over the Ossipee Mountain ridge, just across the water. By mid-morning, the rainy dreariness which had covered the lake the day before transformed itself into brilliantly blue sky, with sharp green forest lining the opposite shore; and the lake glistened with calm, welcoming water – barely a ripple breaking the surface.
Time for a walk! Out of the driveway and onto Eagle Shore Road, Priscille and I headed east to Black Cat Island, a small, densely-treed granitic point just off Moultonborough Neck. The access to Black Cat is by way of a steeply arched bridge which permits boats to transit under. It’s a good spot to linger briefly and to enjoy the water and wood vistas.
In such a pristine environment, a person’s mind and thoughts don’t wander much to events in the outside world. Somehow, the race for the presidency gets put into its proper perspective.
The walk around the circumference of the island is scenic, with breaks in the trees where the beauty of the lake beckons a walker to linger. Vacationers and Lake People wave as they drive by, off to daily errands. This is not a place for a frenzied, what-are-we-going-to-do-next vacation. People are friendly and they express it.
Our refreshing walk was somewhere under 3 miles up and down the hillocks of the road. About 60 minutes later, after a second scenic stop on the arched bridge over to Black Cat Island, we returned to our place refreshed for meeting the rest of the day.
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