The ominous river crossing. I didn't find out until mid-stream that it was thigh-deep.
Tessa nearly slipped off the water fall into this broiling madness.
Phew. She's OK.
I decided to bushwack up river to try to re-connect with the trail where it re-crosses the river. Here, Tikko and Tessa find their way across a small tributary.
This was a huge stick Tikko decided to carry, literally 6 feet long! I tried to lay it across the game trail to mark it for the way back, but he wasn't having any of it.
Oops, the stick gets caught on a tree.
The dogs loved bushwacking! What could be better than following game trails and all the exciting smells.
We followed an old stream bed for a ways during the bushwacky-thacky.
Sniffing moose tracks
Ha ha I love bushwacking!
The hemlock grew really thick at times, making walking a chore.
I tried to dry my soaked pants during the bushwack, but they were still soaked when I retrieved them.
The dogs celebrate not having to ford that river ever again.
The crossing- I didn't even attempt this one!
More views of the river. Deeper than it looks!
It is now officially late fall.
Another angle on the river crossing. It looks a bit deeper here.
Gale River again.
Finally, I gave up on North Twin and Galehead and decided to scoot up Cannon before dark. Only one 4,000 footer, but at least that's one check mark!
The trail up Cannon was suprisingly eroded. The worst I've seen so far in the Whites. Maybe an older trail?
Two dogs waiting.
An example of the erosion, head high in some places!
The wetness and rain made the trail slippery and more treacherous than I thought.
Up we go.
Admiring the view of Franconia Notch as the last rays of sun hitting the valley.
Tikko gets the view.
Old man of the mountain fell off just below Tikko.
On the Cannon
One more view.
Tessa wasn't so fond of the view, she doesn't like heights.
Tikko watches the little ant like cars below.
View toward North Twin, mocking us.
Tikko and the highway.
Tessa in focus.
Tikko waits on the way to the summit.
Tikko and the sunset
A bench for the tourists that come up on the tram. Luckily, none today!
On top of the lookout.
Sunset on Kinsman Ridge.
Waiting for Tessa
I don't know who the person standing in the left of this photo is, but this is Tikko and I at the start of the rainy Pineland Canicross race.