White Mountain River Diaries

On Friday, I traveled up to the White Mountains. This region of New Hampshire is known worldwide for its beautiful views, small towns, and foliage. Growing up in the state, I have a intimate connection with the region. Its a place where I have spent many of my Summers. I love those sweeping mountains views, but there is so much more to it for me. This is the place that I grew up, and I love all the small details.

Rivers Power. Lincoln NH. Photo By Colleen Ann.

Rivers Power.
Lincoln NH.
Photo By Colleen Ann.

One of these is the rivers. The rock bound rivers snake through the valleys, making their slow way out of the mountains. They are not calm rivers that move mutely along. They move quickly, dodging rocks as they travel downstream. There are small falls, and places where the rocks break the water. Everywhere you look, the raw power of nature is on display.

They are not calm rivers that mutely move along. They move quickly, dodging rocks as they travels downstream. You can find countless places like this all across the region. They are a perfect place to pull over and reflect. I stopped on my way down from the Kancamagus. I pulled off the road right before I came into Lincoln. Within a few miles I would be getting on the highway to head home. I wanted to savor the last few moments there.

River Split. Lincoln NH. Photo By Colleen ANN

River Split.
Lincoln NH.
Photo By Colleen Ann.

Cautiously, I walked down the bank. It sloped down gently, then suddenly it dropped off. Some seasons ago heavy flooding took the bank away. All along the river, eroded banks showed the past. I jumped down onto the uneven rocks.  Making my slow way through the water, I took pictures as I went. Every part of the river is different, and I have always loved that. It was a moment that brought me back to childhood, if only for a moment.

From Afar. Lincoln NH. Photo By Colleen Ann.

From Afar.
Lincoln NH.
Photo By Colleen Ann.

That is why places like this are so special. They give you the space to reflect.  You can stand at the rivers edge and remember what life is all about.

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