20-Feb-2010 -- 6:41 a.m., sunrise on International Confluence Day, and I am standing in knee deep snow on the very spot it all began fourteen years ago. Daylight is still at a premium on this west-facing slope, where even in the dead of winter, evergreens help make a thick canopy overhead. My camera has trouble capturing the zeroes on the GPS screen, and I am tempted to linger a little longer to wait for better picture-taking conditions. But to quote the New England poet Robert Frost, I have “miles to go before I sleep, miles to go before I sleep…”
I make my way back downhill to the frozen surface of Carpenter’s Marsh, where I retrace my steps 300 yards to the south. For the summer confluence visitor, the marsh is to be avoided as one approaches 43N 72W, but this morning the marsh’s combination of ice with a thin veneer of snow is a veritable interstate highway compared to the drifts, rocks, and tree trunks of the hill side. I climb back up to the road cut where the passing of a single tracked vehicle has groomed last Tuesday’s snow into an excellent walking path. Four tenths of a mile to the east, and I am back at my car, parked on the unplowed edge of Depot Road. [I find Charlie Worrick’s annotated aerial view from May 2007 and Jack Frickey’s May 2008 lat-long info for the parking location on Depot Road take all the guess work out of planning a visit]
As I pass the old Hancock train depot, the abandoned railroad grade shows as a prominent white line in the woods to the left. I encounter no early morning traffic on the two mile drive downhill into the village, and see few cars as I follow highway 123 to route 9. A glance at my watch shows me I am ahead of schedule as I motor west to Vermont.
My observance of International Confluence Day in New Hampshire could not have been more successful. What a great start: it’s not even 8:00 o’clock, and I already have celebrated ICD in two states, if you count the state of excitement…
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