June 15: Wildcat Mountain
Kristen Lindquist
The danger of heights:
I think the wind
whipped my breath away.
I think the wind
whipped my breath away.
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June 30: Wildcat Mountain
Kristen Lindquist
Our birding tour continued with a morning visit to Wildcat Mountain in the White Mountains of New Hampshire. Wildcat ski area faces Mount Washington, and a ride up the gondola to just below the summit can offer a spectacular view of the highest mountain(s) in New England. Fortunately we had clear skies and a warm day for this quest for Boreal Chickadees and other boreal birds. We were even able to see the observatory on the summit of Mount Washington, which had been completely enshrouded by thick clouds on last night's visit, invisible even as we stood near it.
The ski trails were speckled with clusters of white bunchberry flowers. On the observation deck at the summit, we were serenaded by Winter Wrens and thrushes, and later joined by backpackers hiking on the Appalachian Trail, happy to have bagged another peak.
We didn't find the chickadee, but no one complained.
Up the mountainside.
Below my swinging feet,
birds sing in treetops.
The ski trails were speckled with clusters of white bunchberry flowers. On the observation deck at the summit, we were serenaded by Winter Wrens and thrushes, and later joined by backpackers hiking on the Appalachian Trail, happy to have bagged another peak.
We didn't find the chickadee, but no one complained.
Up the mountainside.
Below my swinging feet,
birds sing in treetops.
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| Mt. Washington (left) and Mt. Adams, from Wildcat Mt. |