Saturday, July 12, 2014

Return From A Little Jaunt to New Hampshire's Gay Campgrounds and Some Odds Without Ends

View from Mountainside
Have not been blogging much or reading as much.

Spent almost a week camping in New Hampshire - the Holiday weekend at Mountainside, a mens' weekend-only campground in Hinsdale and then a few days at Joe's Hideaway, another men's only camp in Washington, NH. Hiking, sunning, reading, having a few beers, doing pot-luck dinners, watching fireworks. Nice.

Mountainside is more of a tight-knit community than many larger campgrounds perhaps because of its regular clientele, many of whom are seasonal. Others who camp there often and a number of weekenders who are new to the campground make for a good mix of men.  There is no swimming pool, so that is a drawback for some, but a number of activities are usually scheduled (potluck, hikes, drumming) as well as area attractions like the Rock River. The atmosphere is very low-key, and casual and is operated at such.

Joe's Hideaway, a small, membership only campground with an above-ground pool, full hook-ups (water, electricity, sewer) clean restrooms, picnic tables and a pavilion. There are several seasonal campers, a number of transient sites for campers and tents. It is busy on weekends but very quiet during the week when we were there. I would characterize it as somewhat more "cruisey" in comparison to Mountainside.

We are so used to Vermont and find New Hampshire similar but distinctly different. 
Vermont, land of left-over hippies; New Hampshire, land of left over Young Republicans. (See here).Vermont, despite a period of "Take Back Vermont" signs all over - aimed at the Gays and the Flatlanders invading the state, is mostly open to diversity and we feel comfortable there. 

New Hampshire, just across the Connecticut River and very similar in geography seems more Redneck and Tea Party. 

Back in the garden the Red Lily Beetles were attacking the Asian Lilies, so I cut them to the ground and cut off the food supply for the little devils. I can be ruthless. Yet when I mow the lawn, I feel guilty. Yes guilty: for mowing down the clover flowers that the bees like so much. I guess I have my insect prejudices.

 Back in the garden things are looking good. These were taken a few weeks ago.

 The Prickly Pear are not so prolific this year as I cut them back severely last fall. They need year0old growth from which to produce buds.

Hostas are nice for shady areas, and the leaves are pretty - but they have to have the homeliest flowers in the garden. Actually I think Hosta flowers are pretty ugly.

Astilbe are also pretty boring flowers - again a shade loving plant. Here's one putting on a fireworks display for the Fourth of July.

A Deer along the Quinnipiac River

Of course when we got home, the central air conditioner was acting up and so there was the air conditioner repairman who came yesterday. Long story short: air conditioner is no good. The repair guy was a dufus. End of that story.


  1. Pretty pics, glad you had a good camping vacation.

    From far away, seems odd that those two funky little wedge-shaped states up there in the corner would be so different in attitudes. Wonder how that came about?

  2. Russ, My over-simplified observation about hippies vs young republicans is somewhat borne out by the article here:

    I've added a link to that in my post.

    That's why we gravitate to Vermont for recreation and get-aways.

  3. Thanks for the link, interesting article. All comes down to marketing, it seems, and a snowball effect from there.

    And who knew they had DQ in New England, for chrissake??? That really blows my mind - it's illegal to live more than 5 miles from a DQ here in TX.

  4. New England is not a foreign country as much as it might seem so from down Texas way. More popular here than DQ is Dunkin' Donuts - there is one within a few minutes from just about anywhere around here.

  5. I love your get-aways. And the photos are beautiful. Your gardens are looking wonderful. I love the variety of things you've planted. We planted two huge hosta beds in Guilford below an old stand of black tupelo trees. We bought about 24 different types, from 6 inches to 4 feet tall, and didn't stay long enough to see the beds mature. Beautiful shot of astilbe! Damned AC!



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