A weather station and cell tower can be seen at the top
This is not Mount Washington, but I found it an interesting subject
|At 6,288 feet of elevation Mount Washingtom is the highest peak in the Northeastern United States. It lies in the Presidential Range of the White Mountaiins of the Appalachians. The frist trail to the top, the Crawford Path is the oldest, continuously used mountain trail in America.|
Winds at the peak can average over 100 miles per hour on any given day. The world record for highest recorded wind speed, 231 miles per hour, was recorded at the summit of Mount Washington in 1934.
There is a privately owned road to the top of Mount Washington, but recreational vehicle traffic is prohibited. For that reason I did not go to the top.
|There are only so many photographs one can take of a distant object. So, when I stopped to take the above photos of Mount Washington, I explored a nearby, almost dry creek bed.|
This was taken from just across the highway from the access road
|In the photo on the right the light spots are cars traveling up and down the access road|
Another distant shot from a slightly different angle
The Frost Farm, Derry, New Hampshire
|The Robert Frost Farm was home to Robert Frost and his family from 1900-1911. During this period Frost lost his mother (1900), his son, Elliot (1900), and his daughter, Elinor (1907), who died at just one day old. A note on Elinor's death. Most sites I have researched say she died at three days of age, but Frost's grave marker says "June 20, 1907 - June 21, 1907". The dates reported here are from his grave marker.|
Frost, one of the nation's most acclaimed poets whose writings are said to be the epitome of New England, attributed many of his poems to memories from the Derry years. The simple two-story white clapboard farmhouse is typical of New England in the 1880s.
The Frost Farm is the fifth Robert Frost site I have visited to date. I found out through trial and error that the farm was not taking visitors when I was there. The house is closed to visitors during July and August. Not knowing that at the time and seeing a car in the parking lot when I arrived, I knocked on every door and peeked in each window that I could. When I had looked around as much as I could under the circumstances. I noticed the car was not there. I never did see another person there.
The front of the house with some refracted light
The rear showing the barn and an addition to the house in between
|All the buildings were connected, a phenomenon I found prevalent in New England, particularly in Maine, to allow access during the severe winters|
|See, there was a car there. On to the gardens and fields|
|Although colorful, these flowers needed care. The dog days of August were taking their toll.|
On diaphanous wings
|On the left is milkweed. I believe the last time I saw it was about the age of nine or ten. We used to pull the pods apart to get at the silky threads inside. I suppose we also helped to spread the seeds. The tree on the right stands outside of the window in Frost's bedroom. It was a favorite of his.|
Another shot of the fields and that car was now gone