Rolling Dam |
It doesn’t happen very often, and when it does it doesn’t
last very long, but on Friday we had the perfect storm for turning everything
white. It can’t be windy; it has
to start off with rain, then turn to snow to coat the branches, and then turn
cold enough to freeze everything is place. The result is a winter wonderland, and
lots of power outages as tree branches come crashing down.
We had that storm on Friday, so I got out early Saturday morning
to take pictures at one of my favorite spots along the Blackstone River – the
Blackstone Gorge. Granite cliffs covered with Mountrail Lauren and Hemlock
trees tower over the river, which runs though a rocky set of rapids below. The river was running pretty well – 8 feet, 500 cfs on the Route 122 gage.
Trail through the woods |
I got out just after sunrise
and hiked down to the bottom of the Gorge and back. I brought my snowshoes, but
I didn’t end up using them.
Although we got about 8” of snow, there was only a couple of inches on
the ground in the woods – most of it was still up in the trees. I hiked along the river for the first
half-mile, then had to climb the cliffs that run along the river. The views
were great – pictures don’t do it justice.
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