Wading in the White Mountains

Eli: “What are they called again?”

Deepa: “Crayfish. You take the front half, I’ll get the back.”

We are not exactly sure what they were looking for, but they didn’t find it in April in the cold, cold White Mountain stream. Nor did we see any bears, which we didn’t realize was a thing. Bears. Nope.

-April 25, 2026, Somewhere west of Lincoln, NH