Staying close to water made sense for a 90-degree day. After enjoying cascades along the Livermore Trail, went partway up the Mount Tripyramid Trail towards the South Slide and bushwhacked about a mile along Cold Brook to its fork in a gentle, open meadow-glade high in the western basin: the heart of the mountain.
Violet cluster along Livermore Trail.
Pothole pool at the upper end of the Rapids.
Wood Anenomes grace the edge of White Cascade.
A pool below the confluence of Slide Brook and Avalanche Brook.
In we go.
A favorite rest stop along Slide Brook.
In its lower section Cold Brook slides over numerous small mossy cascades.Though it is a substantial stream, for some reason it is not shown on the 7 1/2' USGS Mount Tripyramid quad. It was shown on the old 15' Mount Chocorua quad.
Time for another rest stop.
Neat meadowy areas along the brook.
Becoming a favorite brook.
Above here the ravine briefly became too rough, steep and narrow for following the brook. Time for a steep bypass through the woods.
Above the steep pitch the brook abruptly levels.
Today, lingering patches of snow were most welcome.
Some more upstream travel brought me to "the heart of the mountain." This name was given by late 19th century naturalist Frank Bolles to a chapter in his book, "At the North of Bearcamp Water," describing a journey he made along Stony Brook on the south side of Mt. Chocorua. Here the shoulder of South Tripyramid rises steeply to the SE.
When I first came here in winter years ago, this was a cold and lonely place with the low January sun blocked by this looming spur.
Not much sun reaches this part of the Cold Brook ravine in January.
Just beyond, the brook splits. This dry brookbed is the NE fork, originating high in the ravine between North and Middle Tripyramid. I’ve always been intrigued by this quote in the early Waterville guidebook written by Arthur L. Goodrich: “Cold Brook enters on the right bank near the same place. It comes from the South Tripyramid and when not flooded flows for a considerable distance underground.” I was always within sight or earshot of the brook on the way up, and found no place where it went underground. Here, however, it is below ground.
A couple hundred feet up this brookbed there is flowing water again, though not much.
The SE fork continues as a flowing brook up towards the steep cut betwen Middle and South Tripyramid.
I spent a long time here, enclosed by the high ridges of Tripyramid.
The brook meanders gently through the meadow.
Bushwhacking down the slope to the north of the brook brought me through spectacular open sugar maple glades.
No trip to the Catskill hardwoods this spring, but this was pretty close.
This tree must have a story to tell!