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Some Ice Fishing On Alton Bay, Lake Winnipesaukee, NH, January 24, 2016 — BUT Laken Is Not All Frozen.

by Anura Guruge


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Some ice fishing bob houses and activity on Alton Bay, Lake Winnipesaukee, New Hampshire on Sunday, January 25, 2016. But no vehicles on the ice let alone any planes!

Exactly a week ago this area of the Bay was devoid of any bob houses. Those these have been pushed out just this last week. Nothing compared to this time last year — when we had the runway in place.

Lake Winnipesaukee definitely not frozen totally, i.e., no ice-in as yet. Temperatures over the next 3 days are going to be above freezing during the day. Also supposed to get RAIN on Tuesday. That will definitely hinder any serious icing.

So this could be the 4th year, since they started keeping records some 170 years ago, that Lake Winnipesaukee hasn’t totally frozen over and ALL of these four instances have been as of 2001!


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by Anura Guruge


Lake Winnipesaukee, NH 2016: 4th Time In 170 Years When NOT Fully Frozen?

by Anura Guruge


Click to ENLARGE. Taken on Monday, January 18, 2016 from Varney Point Left (where we lived for 10 years). Looking north towards Mt. Washington, in between Locks Island (to right) and Timber.


Lake Winnipesaukee, New Hampshire’s iconic BIG Lake, is largely unfrozen right now — and I drove by the Lake yesterday (Jan. 19) again. Suffice to say this is somewhat atypical THOUGH my records (read blog posts here) indicate that on February 5, 2014 we were in a similar situation. But that is two weeks out and much can happen in New Hampshire, when it comes to weather, anytime of the year. But a quick look at ‘weather underground’ tells me that we have a 3-day warming trend, i.e., temps above freezing, early next week. So it is going to be close. I doubt, very much, whether we will have the Alton ‘Airport on the Ice‘ this year — last year having been a banner year.

IF the lake does not totally freeze over, i.e., no ice-in, this will be ONLY the 4th instance of that phenomenon in ~170 years (that is when they started keeping records).

But here is what is scary and intriguing. ALL 4 of these NO ice-ins would have occurred during my time in and around this Lake, I having moved up here, full-time, from Southern NH, in 1996.

The prior NO ice-outs occurred: 2013-2014, 2000-2001 & 1998-1999. I talk about these more in the above cited Feb. 5, 2014 link.

I will of course keep an eye on this and keep you posted. Note that no ice-in does NOT mean that we will not have an ice-out! Ice-out is not contingent on us having an ice-in. Some, if not all, Bays, e.g., Alton Bay, are indeed frozen. Well Alton Bay for one and Meredith for another need to be ice-free for ice-out to be declared. Get that?


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by Anura Guruge


Most Despicable Man (Alive) In New Hampshire Today: Robert Dellinger of Sunapee, N.H.

Anura Guruge, June 8, 2013.

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Click for, as ever, outstanding coverage from MY, U.K. 'Daily Mail'.

Click for, as ever, outstanding coverage from MY, U.K. ‘Daily Mail’.


As a devout believer in Darwin, I am all in favor of drunk/impaired drivers killing themselves — AS LONG AS they don’t harm anyone else or damage private property. I just wish that there were universal laws that enabled municipalities to go after them for damages and police/EMT expenses.

I also have no problem with people that want to kill themselves doing so — again provided they don’t physically harm others, cause damage to the property of others. Again, I wish municipalities can recoup the enormous costs they incur when these idiots kill themselves. I still remember this incident from when I was living on Varney Point in Gilford. It was in the Spring of 2006. Tesichan was a few months old. As was my wont those days I was walking her, in her front facing ‘backpack’, when EVERY SINGLE fire truck and police car in Gilford screamed into Varney Point with sirens blaring and lights agog. The leading fire truck screeched to a stop next to me, nearly running me over, forcing me to jump off the road, and asked me if I knew where so-and-so lived. Took me a second to place the name. They didn’t even wait for me to respond. Some trucks were going up the hill, police cars were screaming down Varney Point, Right. Why? Some guy had hung himself. Well, as they all admitted to me afterwards, sheepishly, it was too late to do anything by the time they came storming into Varney Point nearly killing me and Teischan. Gravity, as it invariably does, had won the day. I kind of knew the guy. I had spoken to him once — told me that he had a busted front light in his car. But, if that is what he wanted to do, that was fine with me — just don’t cause further collateral damage. That is what God gave us … right? Free will. Just don’t harm others — at least physically.

This guy Robert Dellinger is a disgrace to humanity. Couldn’t he have jumped off a bridge?

What hits close to home, as did the ‘nearly run over’ in Gilford, was that we were on that very same stretch of road, in Lebanon, 12 hours earlier.

Rich guys claiming depression and celebrities with addiction just aggravates me. Losers, in my book.

I really hope they throw the book at Robert Dellinger and he gets to enjoy an active social life in prison.

Then we also have this from Texas. Did you see this? Amazing. 

Click to access. Google for the other 100 stories. Amazing. Bloody amazing.

Click to access. Google for the other 100 stories. Amazing. Bloody amazing.

Wow. Reading these stories you get the feeling that it must be hard to be rich. Thank God I never had to deal with that.

Saying Goodbye To ‘Ulysses’ Our 12.5 Year Old Golden Retriever.

Anura Guruge, June 8, 2013.

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This morning, Monday, September 16, 2013, around 11 am. Click to ENLARGE.

This morning, Monday, September 16, 2013, around 11 am. Click to ENLARGE.

Ulysses

March 11, 2011 to September 16, 2013.



He was one heck of a dog. A golden’s golden; the quintessential ‘everybody loves me and I love everybody’, no-care-in-the-world, tail wagging, tongue lolling, friendly as can be ‘show’ golden.

I have had him just as he was turning 8 weeks. The breeder, from whom I had bought two previous goldens, called me up the day he got his last tests, last shots and got a certificate of release from the vet. I drove to Surry, NH, right away to pick him up. I happened to get him in the only (albeit brief) period of my adult life, i.e., since I was 18, when I was encumbered and living by myself. So it was just Ulysses, named after ‘Grant‘, and me in this big house, by the water on Winnipesaukee. As I still do now, I was running six days a week then. Ulysses started running with me the next day though he only managed about 100 yards. I carried him back. But, he ran again that afternoon. Within three months he could do the whole 2.5 mile loop with me, around Varney Point, Gilford, along with the elevation. He loved to run. To be fair he didn’t know any other life. Running with me, in the mornings, was what he did. suffice to say he was one heck of a fit dog, especially as I would also walk him in the evenings and take him swimming. He ran with me, without fail, until I he was 10. Then Deanna started walking him and he became Deanna’s dog.

All that running did him well. He never had any hip problems. Even yesterday, when he came with us to the dump and was slowly walking around, people were admiring him and were hard pressed to believe that he was 12.5 years old. Yesterday we knew.

I had known for about 3 weeks. Deanna did not, understandably, want to let go and he was still happy though in discomfort and rapidly losing strength. His appetite, and he always took after me, was healthy till the very end. He had two slices of cheese and as a treat macaroni and cheese right before the end. He associated me with food and treats. If I was in the kitchen he assumed he would get a treat. So even this morning, though we tried to stop him, when he saw me in the kitchen, he got up, painfully, and ambled over, tail slowly wagging, waiting for a treat. I gave him more cheese than I normally do. The macaroni cheese, left over from Devanee, was a bonus. Over the last three weeks he had trouble dealing with rawhide treats or anything too hard. So I would give him soft treats while Maya had the rawhide and pig’s ears.

We were ‘lucky’. The Pembroke Animal Hospital, our new vet, yet again did us proud and impressed us no end (and I will write about that later). They sent an OUTSTANDING vet, Dr. Donna Peck, for a house call! That was good. We wanted Ulysses to be at home. We did not want to drag him to a vet’s office. She was amazing. We really lucked out. She spent over an hour with us, seated on the floor, with Ulysses. She assured us that we were doing the right thing. This morning he couldn’t stand up to begin with, though he overcame that once the pain medication we were giving him kicked in. But, he was not doing well. He had a lot of growths and his spine was bothering him though he never cried.

He had a good life. He was a happy dog. No cares in the world. He knew that he would be fed (and get treats from me) and that somebody would walk him whenever he wanted to go out. I think he missed his runs. He would watch me going running with Maya. He didn’t try to come though a few times he would trot with me — just like the old days.

He was an elegant, stately trotter. Just like a show horse. No running. He would trot. It was very precise.

We will miss him. Before I met Deanna I used to say that he, indubitably, was the best blonde I had ever had. He was my fourth golden.


Today. After his cheese and macaroni and cheese. He was still eating and drinking though his back was hunched. All the pictures will ENLARGE.

Today. After his cheese and macaroni and cheese. He was still eating and drinking though his back was hunched. All the pictures will ENLARGE.


Ulysses with Matthew on March 29, 2001. He was 18 days old. His mother, 'Sky', looks on.

Ulysses with Matthew on March 29, 2001. He was 18 days old. His mother, ‘Sky’, looks on.


We think Ulysses is the last one to the left. They all looked very much alike.

We think Ulysses is the last one to the left. They all looked very much alike.


First evening at his new home in Varney Point, Gilford. May 1, 2001.

First evening at his new home in Varney Point, Gilford. May 1, 2001.


5 months later. September 2001.

5 months later. September 2001.


Just last month, August 2013. He was well into his 12th year.

Just last month, August 2013. He was well into his 12th year.


When he was little he would hide in the bushes. These taken, on film, when he was still a baby.

When he was little he would hide in the bushes. These taken, on film, when he was still a baby. We have the top picture, of him in the bushes, in a frame, on our main staircase.


This was August 24, 2013. Last month. Though he no longer swam he still liked to go into the water and Deanna would take him in.

This was August 24, 2013. Last month. Though he no longer swam he still liked to go into the water and Deanna would take him in.


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