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Secret private oasis at 736 Morrison Road

The view from the sandy beach at 970 Stritch Road

We will be hosting two open houses on the beautiful Conway Lake this weekend. October 1st from 12-3 you can come and see us at 736 Morrison Road and 970 Stritch Road! To get to the 3BR, 3 Ba, 2-c garage house at 970 Stritch Road: Take Route 113/302 from Conway or Fryeburg, and turn south onto Stritch Rd at the JtRealty sign. After a mile, bear right at the fork and drive a mile to the end. Driveway is on the right. The home is a very well-built year-round home perched on 5 private acres. Hot tub, 2-car garage, views & large deck. 436’ lakefront with a sandy beach & dock. $759,000

To get to the 3 BR, 1 Ba, 2-c garage home at 736 Morrison Road: Take Route 113/302 from Conway or Fryeburg, & turn south onto Morrison Rd by the little brown house & JtRealty sign. Drive to end. Driveway on left. This is an adorable cottage on 2.2 acres, lots of storage & expansion potential, southern exposure, long lake views, amazing corner granite fireplace, 310’ lakefront. $550,000.

Come visit us at one house or even both! We would love to see you there and tell you more about living the dream on Conway Lake.

When the young lad exclaimed “Dad I think I’ve got the bottom,” a Bass Leviathan then launched from the depths like a missile into the air, dove, and then jumped to the moon again with even more fervor. Onlookers cheered as Liam skillfully landed the fish and the two had an understanding, one homonid and the other a vertebrate, “The only reason I’m throwing you back Leviathan is because my old-man is making me.”

Skillful as a shark, tough as a tiger, the Liam-lad is also benign. Click for full video below –

Not only does Ryan the Realtor know who to fish with and where to catch fish, he’s a good home hunter too. Call him direct today to discuss your home search in Mt. Washington Valley (207) 462-3874.

The Shiners that inhabited the murky water at the end of the dock kept my kids busy. Their fluorescent bobbers jerked in starts, the empty hooks baffled the kids, and I hurried to re-bait the hooks as quickly as possible.

Soon an old-timer stopped to watch the simple joys of kids fishing. He reminisced about his early fishing days in the 1950’s; we recounted our own fishing conquests (in generic terms), and shared a moment of silence when the time was right to just watch youthful enthusiasm.

Several wood ducks swam in vicinity and Maya soon lost interest in fishing. Supplied with an old loaf of bread, she fed the ducks and spoke kindly to them in earnest.

Water parks and arcades are okay, but then again, so is a can of worms, a fishing pole, and a loaf of bread.

– happy fishing from Ryan the Realtor

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Conway Lake Homes

Mt. Washington Valley and North Conway Health Care

In my younger years I was either an excitable boy or I had a run of bad luck. Either way you swing it, I have been admitted to over six hospitals in my life. From intensive care in Fairbanks Memorial to torn abdominal muscles in Maine Med. Folks “from away” might presume we locals don’t know the difference between poor and exceptional health care, but I do know the difference and want to share my latest experience at North Conway Dental.

Perhaps the White Mountains are a little more evolved than some may think.
I split a molar a long time back, had a root canal and won’t bore you with the details, but I expected several trips to the dentist chair to get my long awaited crown on tooth #30, lower right.

After getting hit with five Novocain shots, Dr. Low ground my molar to make a nice flat surface (a bit uncomfortable but I’m a man and a stolid warrior). At this point I thought we’d match calendars and wait for the lab to design my crown, but no, I was delighted.

The Doc takes a photo, brings my magic tooth up on a computer, and begins shaping my new crown. Once finished, he walks to a bread box-looking-machine and inserts a piece of porcelain. He closes the clear window and two drills go to work.

Now these drills create a high amount of RPM’s and heat so four jets of water continually douse the drill and control the temperature. After fourteen minutes of drilling and water, my new crown drops from the porcelain block and is ready for placement. What started as a porcelain block of cheese was now becoming a part of my body, my temple. The technology is called SIRONA. I wish I had the patent!

The coolest part is yet to come, the machine is not perfect. Dr. Low’s steady hand completed the finishing touches to be certain the upper and lower teeth maintained proper contact. Man and machine fuse body and porcelain in North Conway, New Hampshire.

For those retirees hoping to relocate to Mt. Washington Valley, know that our hospital and dental services are excellent. You won’t need to make an appointment at the Mayo Clinic to get your bridge work done.

– stay cool,

Ryan the Realtor

MILE 54.5

This mile-marker on 302 in Hart’s Location has become more meaningful to my family than the Department of Transportation may have conceived. Here the upper stretches of the Saco River runs cool between large boulders and long slabs of granite perfect for plunging into summer currents and then drying in the sun like a gecko or desert lizard.

But my family most resembles a centipede as we aim our cannon-ball-butts in the perfect pockets of deep water and then drift lazy in our life vests. After all, Maya at four years of age is entitled to some assistance, and once comfortable, a PFD allows Mom and Dad some time to relax.

But the fun doesn’t stop there: boogie boards, butt-sliding on wet granite runways, and kayaks to paddle in the deep pools make this afternoon the complete adventure. A cooler with lunch sustain the young ones in the afternoon heat.

I encourage friends of Ryan the Realtor to make this trip. Look for a well worn path 350 yards after the White Mountain National Forest sign but there are a few ground rules:

1. Leave the place better than when you arrived.

2. Don’t wear a wet suit in July as a visitor did yesterday. The offense was so
evident I could not even comment.

In regards to Hart’s location, come and see this natural playground today.

A Quiet Paddle on the Lake

by Suzie Laskin

I am not a “morning person”. I am not usually awake at 6 AM. But this morning, the sun was bright, the sky was blue and the dogs were licking my face. I was awake and I knew this was the morning I’d been waiting for. I needed to get an early morning photograph of my new listing on Lower Kimball Lake. That’s the time when the sun shines on the house from the lake side, when I could get the perfect shot I needed to show this home in the best light.  So I loaded up my kayak and was out on the lake by 7AM.

What a beautiful morning it was-clear, still water, cool morning breezes and no sounds but the birds. I was hoping to see a moose, but no such luck this morning. I got my shots of the home and then enjoyed paddling across Lower Kimball Lake in the early morning. The view of the surrounding mountains was remarkable. I was the only one out there and it was a real treat. Maybe I should get up early more often.

Kayak on the Lake

Full Moon on Conway Lake by Terri Brooks

As a kid spending my summers in South Conway NH I took for granted the pristine and rustic beauty of a land that has looked virtually the same since the 1800s. Every morning I would hop on my bike, lunch, tennis racquet, and swim suit tucked into my backpack and head of for a day of adventure. I would meet up with friends and cousins and spend my days building forts in the woods, swimming on Conway Lake, digging for bottles in old stone walls, and having all sorts of fun.

Luckily for me and my neighbors, South Conway still looks almost exactly the same as it did in my younger years. This is due to the generosity of the landowners there and the dedication of organizations like the Upper Saco Valley Land Trust (USVLT), a “non-profit organization working with local landowners to permanently protect the lands and waters that define our communities and enrich our quality of life.” Since 2000, the USVLT has been helping landowners in the Mount Washington Valley place their land in conservation easements to protect it for future generations.

Through the Trees by Terri Brooks

To date the USVLT has acquired 30 Conservation easements and 4 land fees, protecting over 4,000 acres in the Mount Washington Valley from any future development. In February, 2010 the USVLT purchased 99 acres on the top of Foss Mountain in the Town of Eaton NH. “Protection of the property provides public recreation and protects its scenic values, productive blueberry fields, important wildlife habitat, and long term ability to produce forest products.”  I like to say that Foss Mountain is a hike with the most “bang for your buck” as it is a very short little walk with breathtaking 360 degree views of our mountains and lakes. The perfect place for a sunset picnic or a day of picking blueberries.

On May 15^th from 5:30-7:30pm Tin Mountain Conservation Center is hosting “Art Celebrates Place” A show of work by artists inspired by the Upper Saco Valley Land Trust’s (USVLT) Conservation Easements (several of which are shown here). Please come to this event to help support the USVLT and their quest to preserve the natural beauty of the Mount Washington Valley for generations to come. Click here to learn more about the Upper Saco Valley Land Trust and become their fan on Facebook.

October Jenkins Field by Terri Brooks

*Photos Courtesy of the Upper Saco Valley Land Trust and contributing artists

by Suzie Laskin

When I tell people that I live in Chatham, New Hampshire, the response is usually, “Where’s that?”  Most people have never heard of Chatham.  Chatham is geographically large, but there are probably more moose than humans.  It is predominantly the White Mountain National Forest, with fewer than 300 residents. It’s pretty incredible that in this day and age,  there exists a town with so few residents.

I moved here in 1991 from Philly, a city of several million, so being in such a small rural town is something that my friends from “away” think is very strange, indeed.  They wonder what on earth I do there. I love the peace and tranquility of living in the forest. I enjoy cross-country skiing right out my door, hiking  the mountain trails or walking the forested logging roads. I enjoy paddling my kayak on a warm summer day on the nearby lakes, and I love the feeling of being away from it all. Although Chatham is way off the beaten track, between Fryeburg, ME and East Conway, NH, it’s only a 20 minute drive to North Conway where I work and shop.

Chatham also borders on Jackson, NH, but you’d never know that because “you can’t get there from here” unless you’re on foot and enjoy bushwacking through paths that have not been maintained in years. The annual Town Meeting at the old Chatham Town Hall is always interesting. The old building is used only a few times a year – Town Meeting night and Election days.

Chatham is beautiful!  Like many other towns in New Hampshire, it is divided into North, South, and Center. To get from South Chatham to Center or North Chatham, you  drive through Maine. The drive takes you along a scenic back road, through forests, past  The Basin and then to gorgeous Evans Notch where the views of the Baldface Mountain Range are spectacular.  There are an abundance of hiking trails along this route.

Chatham has some truly lovely mountain lakes and ponds.  The Cold River flows from North Chatham.  Province Brook flows into Lower Kimball Lake.  Both Lower and Upper Kimball Lakes are lovely small ponds that are peaceful and quiet.  Upper Kimball doesn’t allow motorboats. Lower Kimball Lake is a little bit larger, and although also very quiet, it does allow motorboats and water skiing. Both these lakes have outstanding views of the mountains to the west.

Mountain Pond, which is perfectly described by its name, has a lovely walking trail around its perimeter and a lean-to shelter. Mountain Pond is a wonderful, quiet place for serene contemplation. If you wish to canoe or kayak, you’ll have to portage your boat for about 1/2 mile to get to the pond from the end of Town Hall Road that begins off of Route 16A in Intervale.

One of my favorite walks is in Center Chatham, following alongside Langdon Brook with its magnificent waterfall. The old logging road alongside the brook takes you up hill for about a mile and a half, and then opens up to a beautiful view of the Baldface mountains.

If you dream of a peaceful, tranquil lifestyle away from the more populated towns of Mt. Washington Valley, I have several lovely properties that might pique your interest.

Beautiful lake views from this year-round home on Lower Kimball Lake

Charming Pine-Paneled Cottage on Upper Kimball Lake

by Suzie Laskin 

Many people dream of owning a vacation home on a quiet, peaceful lake, perhaps not too far from home. A place they where they can escape on weekends, put their feet up, get away from it all, and just….relaxxx….

 Does that dream sound familiar but unattainable? The price of a waterfront home is too much to even consider…. 

Well then, consider this: a cozy, three bedroom house, with a fireplace and a screen porch, living room and dining room windows facing the beautiful lake and a big deck all around. A sandy beach with gradual shallow entry into the water makes it safe for swimming. The only sounds you’ll hear are the calling loons and the rustling of the wind…All this on a quiet, little-known lake that is situated on the Maine – New Hampshire border, for just $275,000. 

Lower Kimball Lake: small, quiet and peaceful. The lake is about 300 acres with little development. Water skiing is permitted, but you’ll more likely see canoers and kayakers enjoying its waters. Great fishing too. 

Serene, Quiet Lower Kimball Pond

If you’re inclined to live there year-round, the house is winterized and in the great Fryeburg school district.  For more information about this lovely property,  click here

Hi All,

Harrison called late yesterday; bad news, S. Cove nest was apparently attacked by something, egg is broken and no loons sitting!

Maybe next year,

Dick