Looking back down the walkway we had come up. This is the Flume.

More scenes from the Flume. It was pretty hot on that day, incidentally. Don't let the verdant moss make it look too cool to you.

Yet more Flume. The stairs that are descending are going down into the Flume. I believe the picture was taken from the bridge in the previous picture.

Once out of the Flume, you walk along this wooded path. Note the rocks up ahead. As the glacial boulders went, these were very small.

Here is the covered bridge that crosses the stream that empties eighty feet down into a pool before continuing down the mountain. The bridge's base is the trunk of a giant old pine tree that was called the Sentinel that grew by the pool. When it fell the bridge was built and named Sentinel Bridge.

A few miles from the Flume is the Basin, another area of rivers and rocks and waterfalls. This is one of those said rivers and rocks and waterfalls.

From the top of the little waterfall, looking down into the pool of frigid water. I liked this little green tree growing on the edge of the rock.

In the visitors' center was an example of the coaches that used to run all around over New England. The Yo Slick immediately looked better.

Leaving the White Mountains, we passed this scenic overlook. The lake is called Beaver Lake.