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GONewEngland BBQ - August 19
Activity run by Alison O.
Photos by Ken L. - remember to click on the thumbnails for the bigger picture.

Hopkinton State Park (Hopkinton, MA) was our destination for the GONewEngland BBQ on August 19.

The weather forecasts were shaky up to Saturday night, but Sunday turned out to be perfect!  Bright, sunny, not too hot, not too buggy.

Left:  Alison's daughter Alana wants to share a pretzel.

Right: Martin took time out to clean up his blades.

Martin, Eric, and LeighAnn

This was the first time the entire GONewEngland Crew was able to get together in one place since our 2nd Anniversary Party in Framingham, MA a few years back.  We checked, and it didn't break any security protocol. 

Your GONewEngland Crew
Kathy Kelley, Ken Leonard, Alan Fajvan (and Superbear), Mascot Gizmo (and Alison O'Donnell)

Alison, Alana, and Gizmo (the GONewEngland Mascot)
Dan "The Pup", Jack, Jeff, Rick
Dan, Doug, Dave and Jeff getting in some v-ball
Eric, Alana (after a swim), and Pam.  Shadow is there, too!

Carla and Jasper
The "een" Table: Cheryl, Pauline (front); Eileen (middle); Colleen, Lisa (back)
Alana and Alison look on as Alan grazes.  In the background are LeighAnn, Kathy, Kair, [oops, insert name here---gee, I thought I talked to everyone!], and Mark
Jack, Diane, Shadow, and Pam wwwaaaayyyyy at the top of the dam (left).  Then I caught up to 'em and got a shot of the lake.

We sure did chow down!  Just about everyone brought a little to share, so nobody went hungry.  A bunch of us went out for a walk around the lake.  Alana and Alison even went in for a swim in the pond nearby.  I think Alana really enjoyed that!  And, of course, Dan "The Pup" brought his volleyball net, and that saw some use.

Not pictured this time include Barb, Livinia, Don, and probably a few others.  I'll get you guys next time.

It was a fun day for all!

(Well...ummm...apparently some people had more fun than others...:-) )


Activity run by & Trip Report by Lenore H.
Photos by Dawn S.

There are more photos available (for now--they will go away soon).


Hello to all; I know it has been many moons since we went on the floaty-thingys on the fast water. Most of you have plum forgotten our times of high adventure... murder and intrigue in the mountains of Massachusetts... our brush with the law, due to rampant hooliganism... "a steady, painful, tortuous climb" (I think that was the quote...). But for those needing a reminder, here is my version of the trip. I will try to keep the Lenore-ese to a minimum, for maximum readability.

So. After countless e-mails, in which we finally determined who was bringing what (which was never totally crystal clear but worked out in the end), we all mostly arrived at Mohawk State Park on Friday night, August 19th. Except for Matt, who was staying someplace betwix and between, and mysteriously showed up at 6:00 the following morning. We chatted into the wee hours of the morning that Friday night, until we were told to shush already by the neighbors.

Saturday morning, Wayne whomped us up some delightful omlettes (Dawn could smell the water boiling for coffee. Curious). Discussion ensued re: where to hike that day. Winds blew in the direction of Mt. Greylock for a time, but gradually shifted to lower expectations closer to home. A map was consulted, which informed us that the hike just a sneeze away from the campsite began with a "steady, relentless climb" which we didn't believe, put down to exaggeration, but no indeed-- it spoke truth. We spread out some. When my crew reached the top, we had scattered a bit, but were quickly reunited and began a tour of look-out points. We took many pictures of us lolling about on rocks. We met a very friendly doggie at our first stop. Friendly doggie disappeared for a time and was called by his frantic human until he finally reappeared. We continued our quest for the trail that would take us back to camp. Wayne led us on what we thought might be a road back, but had us climbing rocks back to where we came from. Just enough adventure for us, though. We took a long break at another rock on the way back. A friendly kid chatted us up for a time. "These gloves are too warm, but they match the outfit". Or something like that. Kim gave him her bandana, and made a friend.

We schlepped back to camp, and took a dip in the pond. Dana never got in past her knees. Dave K. went off on his own, and we did not press him for details. We found the showers (note: no quarters required), and then had a wonderful potluck dinner (Matt has now learned the meaning of potluck. We actually helped luck along a bit, but that was generally it.) Dawn had to move her tent down to Wayne and Kim's site, because the park was very insistent that we have only two tents on one site. Aside from that, we did well. Dave B. provided marinated meat-type patties, Lenore chopped up veggies in foil, Matt wrapped up some corn on the cob and tossed it in the fire, Dawn supplemented the main course with spagetti (a camper's best friend), and Dave K. topped the meal off with cheesecake (Wa-hoo!)

Feeling warm and friendly, we decided to kill and lie to each other by playing Mafia. Poor Matt seemed to always meet an untimely end. Dana said she would play "Just one round", but warmed to the game when she became the Mafia. "A woman would not have killed Matt first in the final game". That should have been a clue. We got hassled by The Man pretty close to 10:00, so we wrapped it up.

Sunday, we awoke early and broke down camp. What a gorgeous day for whitewater rafting! Hot, sunny and dry. We found the place without any problems, and also found our other three add-ons. After our brief bus ride, we met our guides (whose names I've forgotten-- anyone remember?) I remember I was put in the front, because of my vast experience in whitewater rafting (Hah!). I think our guide hit the highest waves on purpose. We were commended for our ability to stick together and follow commands. What a blast we had! Dodging huge sticky-uppy-thingys (rocks), spinning in quieter water, "surfing", and plowing through huge, splashing waves. A bit too much of "hurry up and wait", at times, but it extended the trip a bit. We had fun, and didn't lose anybody... until we all voluntarily jumped in the river ("Feet up... Do not stand up... float downstream...") The water was a wee bit more than refreshing, but we dried off quickly. Then the trip back, a slide show and BBQ, a group hug, and we were on our way.

Thanks to all for making it a great trip! We really must get together for Mafia again. I mentioned to some a wonderful used bookstore near me. I'm sure it would be gorgeous in the Fall!

Activity run by and trip report by Tom S.
Photos from Jan and Don

Jim, Brian, Rae, Penny, Thien, Kathy, Naoe, Annette, Tom, Diane, Don and Jan
Sunday Morning in front of Carter Notch Hut, about to hike out
(Click on the image to see the full picture including more of the hut)
I've had some great outings over the years with The New England Hiking Group 
and Get Outdoors New England, but Saturday's trip to Carter Notch hut was the 
creme de la creme. Our group bonded early and worked unbelievably well 
together. I couldn't imagine a better time. 

Jan, Naoe, Annette and I rode up to Pinkham Notch early, where we met Thien. 
We ate breakfast, and Thien confirmed his plan to hike to the hut from 
Pinkham Notch, over Wildcat Ridge and Wildcat's five peaks. 

We left him gearing up and drove to the trailhead. The four of us hiked up 
Nineteenmile Brook Trail with Don and Kathy, and Brian, Rae and Penny soon 

The quote of the day came from Annette. Basically, she's been hiking since 
last November and almost all her White Mountain hiking has been on snowshoes. 
Six feet of snow makes for a nice smooth trail. She was horrified at the 
condition of Nineteenmile Brook Trail. "Where did all these rocks and roots 
come from?" she demanded. We tried to assure her that they were there all 
along, hidden under six plus feet of snow. She wasn't convinced. "What," she 
said. "You trying to tell me that the Mount Tom Trail has rocks and roots, 
too? What about the Lonesome Lake Trail?" It was sad to see, really, almost 
like watching a child learn that there's no Santa Claus. 

We got to the hut and staked out our bunks. I decided to climb Wildcat from 
the Notch to meet Thien, but before I could get my pack on, he walked up to 
the hut. He did more trail mileage with twice the elevation in about the same 
time as us. He got the runner-up award for quote of the day. When told that 
all the lower bunks were claimed and that he had to have an upper one, he 
shot back, "No problem, though I ought to warn you that I tend to wet the 

We spent the afternoon playing on the dump-truck sized rocks that form the 
Ramparts. There was a contest to see who went highest. I came in second. Not 
too bad, eh? Poor Naoe, who thought she was so good, finished next to last. 
(EDITOR'S NOTE: The contest was between the two of them. Figure it out.) 

Just before dinner, Diane and Jim showed up. They had hiked up the Imp Trail, 
up and over the Carters, Hight and Carter Dome. Diane had a knee brace. It 
was her first hike since knee surgery. Remind me to never try to keep up with 
her! She had made her own reservation at the hut, but joined us for dinner 
and breakfast. 

Jim and I are horrified. We both showed up for dinner wearing the same 
T-shirt (red EMS polypro). Here we stare at each other, unable to believe the 
enormity of our faux pas. I've never been so embarrassed in my life. Kathy, 
Annette, Diane and Thien pretend not to notice as someone from another group 
shields himself from potential fireworks. 
We had chicken tenders, rice and corn, and packed away an incredible amount 
of food. I always said that the key to a successful dinner party is to make 
your dinner guests climb a mountain before dinner. Afterwards, we sat around 
the tables and swapped hiking tales. 

I'd planned the trip around a full moon, but clouds rolled in, and later 
rain. The full moon partially shone through the clouds, making them seem 
translucent in places. We had the pleasure of sitting on our porch, looking 
DOWN on lightning flashes in the valley towards Maine. 

Sunday morning it was up for breakfast. Ham,  pancakes, Tang, coffee and tea. 
We said goodbye to Diane and Jim, who were going down Nineteenmile Brook 
Trail, and we headed up the Carter Dome Trail. Annette failed to drink enough 
water early on and suffered from dehydration. Thien (Mr. Legs of Steel) 
carried her pack for a mile or so until she got her legs back. The views from 
Carter Dome (4832') were good, but the bare summit of Mt Hight provided a 360 
degree panorama that was awesome. In spite of the heat and humidity, the air 
was clear. We could see cars on the Mount Washington Auto Road. 

From then on it was downhill all the way. We split up at the trailhead with 
promises to all get together for another one of these sometime. 

Annette, Naoe, Jan, Kathy and I stopped to eat at my favorite post-hike spot, 
the White Lake Pizza and Sub Shop in Tamworth, on Route 16 just north of the 
Route 25 junction. People often ask me why I sponsor these GONE events. I can 
only point to the picture of that meal: me sitting at a picnic table, a large 
steak bomb sub with extra hots on a plate in front of me, basking in the 
company of four exceptionally cute hiker babes. 

It just doesn't get better than that! 


Activity run by Bob K.

I've always said that one of the reasons GONewEngland was started was so that people could learn something about the outdoors.  Bob K. discovered that Pawtuckaway State Park, where we've been several times, is really the remains of an ancient volcano.  Viewing the map (among other materials Bob provided us), one could easily see the circle of mountains in the area---the remains of a real volcano scraped almost clean by the glacial flows of the ice ages.

Egads!  A volcano in southern NH!  Would our hike have a fiery end?  No, not likely.  But it did have a buggy one!

Your Webmaster, Joe, Mark, Linda, Christine, Diane, Pam, Victor, Bob

Despite the ever-present volcanic danger (not!), we got ready to head out on our 7 (or so) mile journey around the ancient cauldron.  Our path was to hit the middle mountain first, then the mountain to the south (with the fire tower), and then make our way to the north mountain, the highest one.

Our first glimpse at a pond

Pawtuckaway is HUGE.  I mean like 5,000 acres.  There are miles of roads and trails, many ponds, a large lake, three mountains (although less than 1000' each), interesting rock formations, a beautiful hemlock grove, and a spooky boulder field which must be seen to be believed.

And mosquitoes.  And lots of 'em.

And other fauna , like the big dragonfly which landed on Joe, a friendly frog hopping around in the heavy, wet underbrush, and red efts, which appear to be having a second season with all the warm, muggy weather and rain---they were scampering all over the trails.

Our first destination was the middle mountain.  On our way there we got to learn about the old house where the person working the fire tower used to live.  It's now just a cellar hole, but out back is an old cemetery, of which there are several in the Park.

Great spot at the far end of the middle mountain

Unfortunately on our way up the mountain Diane had to turn back.  It was hot and humid, and the vegetation was quite dense, so her allergies weren't going to let her have a good hike.  She made the right decision, and she and Christine headed back.  I hope you're doing better, Diane!

Next stop:  The south peak and the fire tower!

A quick jaunt up the south mountain and we were at the base of the fire tower.  Of course we had to head up!  It was open, and we chatted with the person working in there.  It's possible to see all the way to Boston, but our vision was hampered by the clouds and haze.  Still, it's a great view.  In the picture above Linda is looking in the direction of Pawtuckaway Lake.

For Pam:  The Uncanoonucs

We decided to relax at the fire tower for a while and chow down some lunch.

Your Webmaster found some shade---it was hot when the sun broke through those clouds!

From the fire tower we wandered across the south peak's ridge and down to Round Pond, passing an old sawmill dam along the way, another feature which Bob pointed out.

Round Pond

From there we took a trail I'd seen but never managed to get to.  The way had always been blocked by water, but Bob knew how to get around the water and onto the trail.  This trail was incredible!  It led to the Boulder Field from a different direction than I'd been before, and it showed that there's a whole other section to the Boulder Field.  We wandered in, and a wall towered on the left, and there was another hill on the right with large trees and smaller boulders.  From there we wandered on up to the part of the Boulder Field which is more familiar to me...and much more spooky.

Heading into the Boulder Field

Linda squeezing into a crack in a huge boulder

Indian Pipe in the Boulder Field

From there it was on to our final destination:  the top of the north mountain.  We wandered past another pond (I turned around and snapped a photo ) and past the Devil's Den (we didn't stop to check it out this time to see the cave and the weird iridescent fungus---it was just too buggy) as we made our way up the north mountain.

A grove of hemlock greets you at one end of the north mountain.  It's something to see!

A short time later we were standing at the top of Mt. Pawtuckaway (the north mountain).

It was the end of the line for Bob, who had to leave a little early to visit his father in the hospital (hope he's doing well, Bob!!!).  The rest of us made it across the ridge to the wonderful vista to the south (the spot where we traditionally had lunch in the past).  Here Mark and Victor pose for a shot.  Then it was down the other side and back along the floor of the old volcano and back to the cars.

A pond peeks through the trees

Peaks, ponds, red efts, bugs, cemeteries, views, rocks, cellar holes, fire towers, streams, old mill sites, hemlock...And that's only the "back part" of Pawtuckaway! 

Thanks for a fun day, Bob!

Read about Bob's Historical Music Performances

Province Lake Weekend - August 3-5
Activity, Trip Report, Pictures:  Jack Layton

I arrived late in the afternoon on Aug 3 to prep the cottage. Soon I was greeting Jim and Judith, Mike B., and Dave K.  Dan "the Pup" L. showed up later in the evening after zigging when he should have zagged.

The weather was excellent the entire weekend, warm and sunny, with comfortable nights.

Saturday was spent on the water as people took their turns in the tube. I did my best trying to provide an exciting ride, tossing them over waves that made whitewater rafting seem like a day relaxing by the pool! Mike and Dave took a couple rides each, and late arrival Christiane got a turn too. Ashish and Sarah showed up late Saturday a.m., and Sarah got in a run water-skiing. All were impressed by her slalom skills which ended with a perfectly timed stop inches from the dock.

Lunch was a feast of hot dogs from the grill, with every topping imaginable! Jim cooked up a batch of chili (the ultimate dog condiment) which was accompanied by onion, relish, mustard, cheese, and of course...Tabasco sauce! Everyone raised their cholesterol levels a few points before heading back to the water.

Mike brought a canoe which became a popular attraction, and, of course, the tubing continued. Dan was my able co-captain as riders were tossed and soaked.

Evening brought the famous GONewEngland pot-luck dinner. Ashish put up a hammock and got Sarah to test it out. Mike brought enough stir fry veggies to feed an army, and they were delicious! Dan treated us to grilled potatoes and steak! Dave spoiled us all with an ice-cream dessert that would appease any chocaholic!

There was also good conversation on the patio, with Dave telling us of his trips to Russia and Africa. Later on some of us got into a lengthy gab session in the boat, which was held under a starlit night on perfectly calm water. No wonder it lasted until late night/early morning!

I hear Sunday morning there was a great breakfast. Later on we were back on the lake with people canoeing and tubing. In the afternoon it was time for folks to head their separate ways. All in all it was a great weekend- new faces, old faces, great food, great people, great weather-and a resolve to come back to do it again next year!

This photo is called "Cure".
Ummm...No, I have no idea what it's about, either.  :-) ...kl...