
Friday, September 26, 2008
A brief visit to Lakes of the Clouds, September 12-13, 2008

Ana Roy at the cloud sampling site near Lakes of the Clouds Hut explaining the equipment and the program to hikers, September 12, 2008

The small, seemingly fragile Dwarf Cinquefoil, or Potentilla Robbinsiana, one of the world's rarest flowers

Calista Harris, Naturalist & Pioneer, at Lakes of the Clouds, July 1984

Sunday, September 21, 2008
Bushwhacking down the east side of Mt. Bond, September 6, 2008

Saturday, September 20, 2008
A spruce-fir, sub-alpine forest at 4200 feet on Mt. Bond

Confierous spruce-balsam fir forest at the 4000'-3500' elevation on Mt. Bond

A fir-spruce-birch forest at about 3600' on Mt. Bond

typical forest at 3000 feet in the White Mountains

A random sampling of the forest floor

Friday, September 19, 2008
Dense small birch and spruce-fir mix on lower half of the east flank of Mt. Bond at @ 3000 feet, September 6, 2008

Sunday, September 14, 2008
Beaver Dam in Zealand Valley, September 2008

This is an old beaver dam in the Zealand Valley on the trail to Zealand Hut that is located about a half mile away on the mountain side in the background. This photograph correlates to the next photograph below and was taken at the exact spot the one below was taken 40 years ago and shows some of the changes that have occurred in the vicinity of the beaver dam. It's an interesting comparison.
Beaver dam in Zealand Valley November 1969

Looking down at Zealand Pond from Zealand Falls, November 1969

Zealand Pond, the first beaver pond in the valley chain of beaver dams and pons extending north through the valley
This is Zealand Pond, a geographical feature of the notch for some time, perhaps on and off for thousands of years, but it's existence is somewhat controlled by beavers by means of the dam you see in the two photographs above. The pond is probably of glacial origin, at least the depression where the water collects, and it is fed by springs. It drains in two directions, north and south. The south drainage is a trickle most of the time and flows into Whitewall Brook and eventually feeds into the Pemigewasset and then on to the Merimack River. The north drainage feeds into Hoxie Brook and then into the Ammonusuc andon to the Connecticut River. As you can see from the photos the pond is an extensive with several acres of surface area. It has slowly become slightly smaller and shallower during the 40 years between the two photos. When the older photograph was taken there was an active beaver colony living in a lodge towards the north end of the pond. At the moment there is no beaver activity. The pond has a diverse list of plants growing in it and around the perimeter and up until 25 years ago there was a small population of Sundews (Drosera rotundifolia), a carnivorous insect eating variety of plants, that I wasn't able to find this year and they may have died or moved.

A few notes about beavers in general
This photo shows a birch tree about 10 inches in diameter cut down by beaver (using their large front, or incisor, teeth) several years ago close to the Zealand Trail and the beaver pond in the photo below. The following is a concise natural history of the beaver that might be interesting if you know nothing about them.
Beaver have an immense 'range' and are found everywhere in North America from the Arctic to the Sonoran Desert. They're the largest rodents on the continent and have a history going back 30 million years in the fossil record. Modern beaver has been around for more than a million years but probably less than 4 million years. The latin 'genus' name for beaver is Castor (thus Castor Oil). The full latin name of our North American beaver is Castor canadensis There is one other species of beaver that is related to our C. canadensis and is native to Europe. Modern beavers can be six feet long, counting the tail, and weigh 50-65 pounds but the average adult size is more like 40 inches long, including the tail which is nominally 10 inches long, and a weight of around 35 pounds. The babies are referred to as 'kits'. Beavers live in a semi-aquatic environment (meaning near but also under water) but can be terrestrial and live in burrows that they dig themselves such as beaver who live in the Sonoran Desert region of the southwestern United States. Beaver's front paws are incredibly adept at many tasks including fine manipulations of objects (cameras, cell phones?). Their hind feet are webbed for swimming. Their eyes, mouth, and ears have protective membranes that allow them to stay for long periods, and see and chew underwater. Beavers are vegetarians, or 'herbivorous' and eat bark of trees like aspen, poplar and willow, and birch. Like many rodents the beaver is incredibly versatile and able to adapt to myriad environments. The most notable aspects of beaver is 1.) their proclivity to stop moving water and impound it behind dams wherever they can, and 2.) their fur. They have two layers of fur, a grayish bottom layer next to the skin made of really thick fur that acts as super insulation, and a second layer of coarse brown colored fur sometimes referred to as "guard hairs". The beaver active in the White Mountains are typical, modern beaver. They live in lodges that provide amazing protection from predators as well as warmth in the winter months. They are typically called 'nocturnal' meaning they're active at night but they're also seen during the late afternoon and early evening and in the early morning as well. They live in extended families, or colonies, which typically have up to a 8-10 individuals with at least 2 of them a mated pair of adults. Beavers mate for life and could be considered matriarchal as the female manages the colony. If the male dies the female will take in another male. If the female dies the dam and lodge are abandoned. It may be the case in the Zealand Valley that the colony's female died and the pools and lodges have been abandoned. The picture above shows a beaver cutting that's several years old. There are no new cuttings that would indicate current activity. When beavers overpopulate an area and are considered a public nusance trapper are sometimes contracted to "cull" the beaver which means trap and kill them. This was the case at Lonesome Lake a few years ago where there was an active beaver colonly. Beavers and human are sometimes at odds but from the early 1600s and until the late 1800s, the period when top hats, made from beaver skins, were fashionable in Europe, beavers were at odds with humans and were nearly killed to extinction. As soon as Europeans arrived in North America they began trapping beaver from a starting population probably in the millions reducing it to very nearly to zero, as was reported in Maine and New Hampshire, in just a few decades. The beaver skins, of course, were valuable. One last note of interest: in the summer of 1963, right around sunset, I found a female beaver on the summit of Mt. Washington, at 6, 288 feet above sea level, heading east to west and about to descend into Ammonoosuc Ravine. She was trapped by some Fish and Game personel and taken to a location unknown. Her migration is interesting to note if only because Mt. Washington, basically a rock pile a mile high, would be an arduous hike for a beaver, I would imagine, but this one was undetered and dramatized their determination and strength.
Beaver have an immense 'range' and are found everywhere in North America from the Arctic to the Sonoran Desert. They're the largest rodents on the continent and have a history going back 30 million years in the fossil record. Modern beaver has been around for more than a million years but probably less than 4 million years. The latin 'genus' name for beaver is Castor (thus Castor Oil). The full latin name of our North American beaver is Castor canadensis There is one other species of beaver that is related to our C. canadensis and is native to Europe. Modern beavers can be six feet long, counting the tail, and weigh 50-65 pounds but the average adult size is more like 40 inches long, including the tail which is nominally 10 inches long, and a weight of around 35 pounds. The babies are referred to as 'kits'. Beavers live in a semi-aquatic environment (meaning near but also under water) but can be terrestrial and live in burrows that they dig themselves such as beaver who live in the Sonoran Desert region of the southwestern United States. Beaver's front paws are incredibly adept at many tasks including fine manipulations of objects (cameras, cell phones?). Their hind feet are webbed for swimming. Their eyes, mouth, and ears have protective membranes that allow them to stay for long periods, and see and chew underwater. Beavers are vegetarians, or 'herbivorous' and eat bark of trees like aspen, poplar and willow, and birch. Like many rodents the beaver is incredibly versatile and able to adapt to myriad environments. The most notable aspects of beaver is 1.) their proclivity to stop moving water and impound it behind dams wherever they can, and 2.) their fur. They have two layers of fur, a grayish bottom layer next to the skin made of really thick fur that acts as super insulation, and a second layer of coarse brown colored fur sometimes referred to as "guard hairs". The beaver active in the White Mountains are typical, modern beaver. They live in lodges that provide amazing protection from predators as well as warmth in the winter months. They are typically called 'nocturnal' meaning they're active at night but they're also seen during the late afternoon and early evening and in the early morning as well. They live in extended families, or colonies, which typically have up to a 8-10 individuals with at least 2 of them a mated pair of adults. Beavers mate for life and could be considered matriarchal as the female manages the colony. If the male dies the female will take in another male. If the female dies the dam and lodge are abandoned. It may be the case in the Zealand Valley that the colony's female died and the pools and lodges have been abandoned. The picture above shows a beaver cutting that's several years old. There are no new cuttings that would indicate current activity. When beavers overpopulate an area and are considered a public nusance trapper are sometimes contracted to "cull" the beaver which means trap and kill them. This was the case at Lonesome Lake a few years ago where there was an active beaver colonly. Beavers and human are sometimes at odds but from the early 1600s and until the late 1800s, the period when top hats, made from beaver skins, were fashionable in Europe, beavers were at odds with humans and were nearly killed to extinction. As soon as Europeans arrived in North America they began trapping beaver from a starting population probably in the millions reducing it to very nearly to zero, as was reported in Maine and New Hampshire, in just a few decades. The beaver skins, of course, were valuable. One last note of interest: in the summer of 1963, right around sunset, I found a female beaver on the summit of Mt. Washington, at 6, 288 feet above sea level, heading east to west and about to descend into Ammonoosuc Ravine. She was trapped by some Fish and Game personel and taken to a location unknown. Her migration is interesting to note if only because Mt. Washington, basically a rock pile a mile high, would be an arduous hike for a beaver, I would imagine, but this one was undetered and dramatized their determination and strength.
Thursday, September 11, 2008
This is beaver pond #3 in the Zealand Valley chain of ponds and dams

Beaver dam #3 in the chain, Zealand Valley, September 2, 2008

Water impounded by dam #4 in the current Zealand valley system of beaver dams and ponds

Beaver dam at the Z bridge on the Zealand Trail

This is the last dam in the current 'chain' of beaver dams and ponds that extend north through the Zealand valley. A photograph below shows this dam in the 1960's and it has been rebuilt one or two times since then by beavers. Also, it looks new in this photo but it's not. If you look carefully you can see that it is made from quite old material. It has impounded a large body of water for some time, though, as the beavers attempted, and for a time succeeded in controlling the flow of water through the valley for their purposes and it has, over time, dramatically increased the overall vitality of the valley, the fertility of the soil, the diveristy of plants and animals, and created a micro environment that is appealing to humans as well as native fauna and flora. Beaver dams and ponds are at best temporary although 'temporary' is loosely defined. From the photos we can measure some of the longevity of the Zealand Valley beaver dams, about 40-50 year at least, but we also know that eventually the ponds will become swamp-like, or bog-like and then, in their last stages become field-like, with grasses, sedges, and woody stemmed plants invading them as in the photo that follows.
The beaver dam at the Z bridge in September 2008 with a wider view and taken from the foot bridge on the Zealand Trail.
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
This was the same scene in the above photograph in 1984 taken in the same place.

Scene of last four photos but taken 40 years ago

A beaver pond that has evolved into an alder swamp on its way to becoming part of the neighboring forest.

Bush wacking up Whitewall Mountain with Andrew Reily July 12, 2008

Having said that I want to point out Andrew to you. That’s him in the photo above on July 12, 2008 standing on the summit of Whitewall Mountain with the wind lifting his shirt. Andrew is an excellent writer as you will see if you visit his blog and read his own version of the story I am about to tell.
Andrew and I were inspired to bush wack up Whitewall early in the season, in June maybe, and we both know how quickly summers go by in the mountains, so we didn’t want to procrastinate. Not that it’s a huge climb. It really isn’t. It’s more like an hour up, a half hour to fool around on the summit looking at things, and three quarters of an hour back down.
Dense growth of conifers with white birch, Whitewall Mountain, 7-12-08

We picked a Saturday because of my schedule and that was a bit hard on Andrew as he absolutely had to pack that day which meant going out to the road, tying on a 80 pounds, or so, of fresh food and packing it back up to the hut. Because of this our time was limited but that was okay.
We did compromise our time line by NOT climbing the steep, 60 degree gully that ascends the 1000 foot high west face of Whitewall from the Ethan Pond Trail. The gully is the quickest way up but sketchy for two people to do together in that it is very steep and the boulders that provide footing tend to move sickeningly as you climb (or descend). There is a high possibility, also, of sending small chunks of rock down on your mate. Instead we choose to go up the broad, gently sloping and densely forested north side.
This was easy because all we had to do was head off-trail just below the hut at the junction of the Zealand and Ethan Pond Trails. We headed east to get away from the dense coniferous growth on the west side of that slope. We headed towards the open birch glades where we could move more efficiently, or so we thought. When got to the birch glades we found they were grown in densely with a shrub about four feet high called ‘witch hobble’ or simply hobble bush,
Witch hobble is aptly named. Maybe not the ‘witch’ part but the hobble is accurate. I can think of another word that rhymes with witch that gives you a good sense of this plant. It literally reaches out and grabs you by the legs (as in ‘to hobble’.), or the ankles, the shoes, the shoe laces, anything it can quickly glom onto and then it whips you to the ground and roughs you up a little. Well, that’s a bit of an exaggeration, of course, but I can tell you that it is principally why they made trails in the first place—because of witch hobble. It was pretty much the sole motivation for the vast network of trails we see in the mountains today. Witch hobble and bogs I should say because that’s what we ran into next. We found a huge upland bog of several acres size that was right in the path of our ascent route. To make it even worse there was fresh bear scat everywhere.
Okay, I’ll be serious. We stayed the course and navigated through the bog. It is a remarkable niche. There were animal tracks everywhere and a vast array of plants—kind of a little Eden. On the lower, western-most side there were moose signs including fresh indentation of matted ferns where they has been lying down. And there really was a lot
of fresh bear scat.
Okay, I’ll be serious. We stayed the course and navigated through the bog. It is a remarkable niche. There were animal tracks everywhere and a vast array of plants—kind of a little Eden. On the lower, western-most side there were moose signs including fresh indentation of matted ferns where they has been lying down. And there really was a lot
of fresh bear scat.
We eventually came out on the summit ledges. It was very hazy. The view, though, is exciting—a totally new perspective. The west horizon includes a view stretching from Mt. Hale in the north, to Zeacliff, the Bonds, Hitchcock in the west and on a clear day probably a good bit of the Sandwich Range to the south. To the southeast, of course, is gorgeous Mt. Carrigain, crown jewel of the Pemmigewasset Wilderness. After a difficult slog through scrubby, dense black spruce and balsam Andrew located the top of the infamous gully and decided to take that route down to the Ethan Pond trail to expedite getting back to his hut responsibilities. I considered the gully and after a fair bit of apron wringing chickened out.
Looking across the Notch to Zeacliff and Zealand Mt. it is hard to believe that 100 years ago from the top of Whitewall where we were standing to Zeacliff was lifeless, not a tree standing, just fire blackened stumps and the gleaming, calcined granite cliffs and ledges after the huge fire of May 1903. Mt. Bond and Mt. Guyot were burned over completely by the Franconia Brook-Owls Head fire of August 1907. Between the intensive, clear cut logging of 1881-1907 and the fires of that period what is now the Pemmigewasset Wilderness was completely destroyed. It's fascinating how 'nature' succeeds itself, coming up out of all those ashes, and starts over. It might be that those fires are what causes this ecosystem to be so healthy today.
Looking across the Notch to Zeacliff and Zealand Mt. it is hard to believe that 100 years ago from the top of Whitewall where we were standing to Zeacliff was lifeless, not a tree standing, just fire blackened stumps and the gleaming, calcined granite cliffs and ledges after the huge fire of May 1903. Mt. Bond and Mt. Guyot were burned over completely by the Franconia Brook-Owls Head fire of August 1907. Between the intensive, clear cut logging of 1881-1907 and the fires of that period what is now the Pemmigewasset Wilderness was completely destroyed. It's fascinating how 'nature' succeeds itself, coming up out of all those ashes, and starts over. It might be that those fires are what causes this ecosystem to be so healthy today.
Whatever Andrew wrote in his version of this tale to make me look, by some odd chance, noble and wise, I want to make it clear that I was flat out scared to go down that way. I’ve ascended and descended it twice in the distant past and it made me very queasy. I did think with two of us on it simultaneously it would be dangerous. That may, or may not have been wise but it didn’t matter. As I followed Andrew down the loose rock at the top of the gully I became terrified and, boy, was I relieved when I made the decision to go down the other way.
View of Whitewall Mountain from Zeacliff taken 7-14-07

After the bog I went in a westerly direction, towards the cliffs, to an extensive stand of old growth black spruce and balsam fir that Andrew had explored on the ascent. The average bole of the trees was about 12 inches, fairly large, and most likely grew in since the devastating forest fires 130 years ago.
There was more witch hobble. It turns out you can kind of work in harmony with if you relax a bit. Of course, it helps to have gravity on your side going down through it. You can be just like a moose and bull your way down. I’ve skied in these glades in deep snow and the hobble bushs are not visible or a problem. It’s presence in the glades is evidence of the large amount of sunlight that that is available to plants growing on the forest floor here in comparison to the relatively low amount of sunlight reaching the floor in the more dense coniferous-evergreen stands.
There was more witch hobble. It turns out you can kind of work in harmony with if you relax a bit. Of course, it helps to have gravity on your side going down through it. You can be just like a moose and bull your way down. I’ve skied in these glades in deep snow and the hobble bushs are not visible or a problem. It’s presence in the glades is evidence of the large amount of sunlight that that is available to plants growing on the forest floor here in comparison to the relatively low amount of sunlight reaching the floor in the more dense coniferous-evergreen stands.
Lindsey in the kitchen at Zealand Hut 7-12-08

I got back to the hut half an hour after Andrew who had already headed off to the road and the pack house. Lindsay, the chef for the day, whipped up some macaroni and cheese for lunch while I whined about all the gashes and bruises on my legs left by the horrible hobble bushes. “Oh, my poor legs,” I kept whimpering with little or no sympathy from anyone! Anyway, it was an awesome hike!
The End
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