Camped in New Hampshire

I’m taking another day to try and catch up on the blog, so there’ll be several posts coming, if I can get the universe to cooperate.

Last we left off, I had left a great shoot with Bella Vendetta (you can find Bella on Twitter and Instagram) in Massachusetts, and rolled back through Vermont to New Hampshire. I spent a couple of days there, mostly just relaxing and doing some catch-up work on the blog, but the scenery was damned gorgeous. I broke out the tent for the first time this year, in a little spot off Haystack Road, in White Mountains National Forest. I seemed to have found my sleep schedule groove again while I was there, waking up at 4:45 almost to the minute each day, though I rather enjoyed laying in the tent listening to the Black-capped Chickadees sing. There’s a little story about Black-capped Chickadees I want to tell, but I’ll save that for the next post.

Besides just wanting to listen to the chickadees, it was goddamned cold at night there. There was a cold spell, and the nighttime lows were about zero degrees C. My bag is rated to -3, but I gotta tell ya, zero is pushing it. And that makes me less than enthused to roll out of bed.