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The perfect word: "recharge". We all need to do it; and different things accomplish that for different people. I am glad you found yours in the woods; as I sometimes do. The trick, of course, is to have MANY ways to re-charge not just one.

06/21/13 @ 12:30
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Joe: Good advice, once again, especially since it's not so easy to take a nine-hour drive to a weeklong vacation.

06/21/13 @ 13:12
Comment from: Mike M  

Boy, can I relate! Not so much as your theme relates to sound, but for me, it is the sights that are so recharging to my soul as I get away from man. I just returned from a week of fishing in NW Ontario Canada. The sights of, in and around that semi-remote lake will stick with me until I can again return and get recharged.
The trip is a very long one, but once into Canada, the sights that define man wane and those that are responsible for my passion of this country blossom.
Each morning is bright and full of promises when I'm there. And I'm always rewarded with a special sight, this year it was a mother Loon on her nest, close to where we were fishing, patiently waiting for “Daddy” Loon who kept diving and resurfacing close to our boat during the many dives of his fishing expeditions. To see him swim under water and zip past the bow of our boat was extraordinary!
Even a deer sighting, while common in the “States”, seems to take on a much different hue up in Canada.
Thanks for letting me share!

06/21/13 @ 14:53
Comment from: Paula

Mike, the sight and distinct calls of loons is one of my favorite things about woodland lakes in northeastern North America. Also bird-related, Ruth, the one sound that always brings me nostagically back to the summers of my Vermont childhoold (not too far from where you stayed) is that of robins singing goodnight. When very young, I had to go to bed abut the same time that they did. So glad you found a lot to enjoy among the notches and mountains.

06/21/13 @ 17:23
Comment from: Lynne

It is my 24/7 playground and so proud that othere's feel the same as I. A daily lesson from nature is always at my doorstep - fireflies (or lightening bugs of my youth) bring the stars to earth each night in June... and the stars - oh, the stars. Wood Thrushes and Veerys singing all day during humid weather not just morning and evening - Oven birds crying "Teacher, teacher, teacher to herald my morning run - it doesn't get much better than this. And did I mention green? Green to the nth degree! It is my home and so proud that it is!

06/22/13 @ 18:35
Comment from: Marianne

Lovely post, Ruth.

06/24/13 @ 05:50
Comment from: Sarah Besterman

I LOVED this post. I too have supersonic hearing, and take actions to protect it.
I too have traveled in and spent childhood summers in NH. Such fond memories. On the subject of sound/silence, I'll never forget the muffled silence on the Appalachian Trail in the Hanover NH area; it's so full of mosses and tree cover; it's like an all natural deafening silence. Amazing.

06/24/13 @ 16:49
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Mike: Thank you for sharing this. Good neighbors enhance life, and we certainly have a great neighbor to our north, one with a fantastic backyard.

Paula: I keep thinking about having to go to bed now every time I hear a Robin.

Lynne: A connection-to-place is so important. It's missing from so many lives today, and it's heartwarming and motivational to hear from someone who loves the place they're in. Thank you for posting.

Marianne: Thank you. I hope it balances out the "Quiet Please" rant in the previous post.

Sarah: While working on an article about the AT in Palmerton, PA, I discovered that the author of A Walk in the Woods, Bill Bryson, lived in Hanover when he became inspired to hike the trail. And yes, I kept finding myself taking pictures of moss! I was definitely a slow hiker in New Hampshire.

06/25/13 @ 08:31