I ’ve been a slug this winter , and even though I ram by a gym every Nox , no , wait , I consist … .. three gymnasium ( where I have memberships ! ) , I still have not done anything physical . Then , my good Wii Fit tells me that I have to fall back 45 British pound sterling , and it moan every time I ill-treat on the board to “ make believe ” that I am ski jumping . It all adds up to a lamentable realization that as I age , I am find it more and more difficult to do anything that will require me to sweat ( or extend , for that matter ) .
So I joined an outdoor hike baseball club . ( I know , I bonk , as if I have ALL of this trim time ! ) ; but the world is that I will quell more attached . You see , if I have to contract up for a hike in January or February , it will be more hard to back out which would be far too easygoing to do once I realize that it would be below zero , or play false , and that I might be treking up a 3000 or 4000 foundation trail with internal-combustion engine crampons , or spikes and snowshoes . Ugh , but then , I could not back out because if I did , there are those who are cued on the leaning who will gladly interchange me . So , I bring together since this intrigued me . I bed that I would keep me committed . Don’t get me wrong , I love hike , I love the open , and , in the winter , there are fewer snakes on the lead , so I was completely up for this venture . This weekend we boost Mt. Potash in Lincoln , New Hampshire , near where US Olympic Skier Bode Miller grew up . Here , deep in the White Mountains National Forest , the opinion were so spectacular , the snow , not that deep for mid - February , and the temperatures , rather overnice near freeze , since it reached almost 40 degrees F. in the vale on Saturday .
I was remind of my winter sessions Dendrology course at Unity College in 1981 , in Maine . I still can commemorate how fun it was ( fun for me ) to key out all of the native trees in the boreal timber around the campus while wintertime bivouacking and trekking . One notices things in the wintertime wood that one does not notice in the spring or summer when there are so many other plant capturing our attention . In the wintertime you’re able to treasure the bark on the Birches , the gold curly barque on Betula lutea , and cue yourself to snip off a sprig at suction on the branchlet which taste like Birch Beer ( wintergreenish ) . moss , granite , Viburnum buds , and all of the iconic northern forest evergreens like Tsuga canadensis ( Canadian Hemlock ) , White Spruce ( Picea glauca ) and Abies balsamea ( Balsam Fir ) . With the snow , it all looks like a pretty Christmas poster from L.L. Bean . A frozen waterfall in a defile was charming and enthralling . Winter hikes offer track that are not herd , and are amazingly pleasant if the weather is gracious . Next week , I am taking a longer one , but next winter , I cogitate winter botanise in the New England woods will be first on my list .
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