Part 3 - A Journey On The Port Kent Road

I was on the way home from a weekend at the farm and driving the seasonal roads of the Port Kent Hopkinton Turnpike. Views like this one should explain why I chose that route:

Wetlands, mountains, loons, wildflowers, the smells of pine and balsam - all on a dirt road which almost nobody else seems to use. It was, as always, magical:

I often seen ducks, geese and loons here, but there were none that day:

I don't know which mountains those are in the background, or even if they have a name. There are so many in every direction that I just can't keep track of them. Even the 46 high peaks are impossible for me to know when I see them poking up above the others. Sometimes I can guess from their profiles, though, such as with Nippletop and Rooster Comb:

But I'd taken lots of photos and it was time to continue on our way:

The Port Kent Road took us along past more wetlands, more mountains:

And up a hill where the scenery reminded me of my Oregon summers as a boy:

But I stopped once again when we reached Grass Pond:

Wally and Winky were too old and tired to even want to get out, so I left them snoozing in the car while the youngsters raced down the boardwalk to the water:

Just ahead was Grass Pond, a scenic paradise:

The boardwalk was built by the state to make it handicapped accessible, but I noticed it also kept people (and dogs) from churning up the soil and trampling plants:

The boardwalk took a rather serpentine path, presumably so it wouldn't be too steep. Imagine a wheelchair running amok and racing down a steep slope, right into the lake. No, it was better that the boardwalk be zigzag. I'll post more tomorrow: