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White Mountain trip… Day 2. Screw it.


Though our condo unit wasn’t the greatest, I have to admit the mountain sunrises were rather nice.




But before I jump into the day’s activities…. I have to tell you about our first night. We spent it in a spacious king size bed with 6 snuggly goose down pillows and comforter. At 2:00am I rolled over, stretched out my leg and felt… something hard. ( No, not that. I’ve been waking up to that for years…. I recognize it.)

This was down at my feet. Hard, light weight and bumpy. But I was half asleep and wrote it off to part of a twisted sheet.

It wasn’t.

When I got up the next morning and made the bed?

I found these.







Four rubber duckies hiding at the very bottom of the bed where the comforter is tucked under the mattress.

I don’t know about you, but that was a first for me.

Free ducks!

Give this resort 5 stars…

Mints on pillows? Pffft. That’s for amateurs.

Plastic waterfowl is where it’s at.



Anyway  –

Leaving the resort everyday looked like this…




So free ducks aside, I’m not complaining.

We passed this ski season bar everyday as well.




Poor lonely mug.

Our first excursion took us to Grafton Notch.




And yes, that’s really the name.




(Here’s where we begin the rocks and trees, trees and rocks part of our story.)




Clambering around the granite boulders, you find the falls.






And you have to admit, for rocks…. they’re pretty awesome.




Walk the charming leaf strewn path…




Across the cute little bridge…




And there are more rocks.




The mini falls and pools are a favorite swimming spot in summer, and rage with fury during the spring snow melt.






Falls seen, experienced and photographed, the husband begins what would become his epic  “I will leave my mark on every state and national park portapotty I can find”  challenge.




Who says we don’t know how to have fun on vacation?




There’s a first time for everything.


Last month? It was my first time at a barrel racing competition.

If you know me, you know I’m not the yeehaw rodeo girl type. I don’t do twangy Grand Old Opry music and I’ve never owned a pair of cowboy boots. But the sister of a friend…. who is 53 and recently went through a bad breakup…. did what any lonely single woman does at that age.

She got a horse.




To be precise, she rescued a 17 year old horse who was being neglected and half starved at a highly suspect stable.

It’s been a long slow road back to health, but their bond is strong.




And in just 2 years she’s learned not only how to ride, but how to barrel ride and compete…. so we had to show up in support.




Horses and horse trailers lined the field.




And this darling little fellow who lives at the neighboring farm strolled the grounds looking for handouts and treats.

Clearly I wasn’t the only one who thought he was sweet. This man followed him around with a GoPro and went in for a serious close up.





The event was late in starting…




But her horse was chill… and took a nap.




Our dinner reservations were for 7:15 and the normal competition schedule was switched to let the children’s division go first….. so we only got to see one round with our friend.

She’s still learning, and her horse is still underweight… but she’s getting there.



The bleachers crowd went wild!



Okay, not exactly.




There was one bleacher, and the crowd consisted of one family with a screaming child …. but the 4 legged beggar who found some spilled popcorn looked excited.

Still, it was fun….and we hope to go again when we can stay longer.

Although from the decibel level and type of  music that plays constantly in the background?

I might need a cooler full of alcohol next time.




Yes, I thought you might….






Going hog wild…


I’m beginning to wonder if my town has a problem.

A pig problem.




On the contrary, I love pigs….

But I’m starting to think they’ve all heard about the backyard buffet we lay out and are on their way.

You see, they’ve been escaping at an alarming rate.

Every time I check our local FB page –




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Well, they’d be pretty hard to miss now wouldn’t they?


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And as much as I love seeing new wildlife at out house, technically these guys aren’t wild…



And usually make a mess of their lawns.

So unless they’re housebroken and well groomed?



Kindly keep your piggies corralled.





I’d hate to explain that accident to my car insurance company.


The great goat escape.


Yes, we who live in the country are easily amused.




A few weeks ago as I was doing dishes, I saw one of our neighbor’s goats on the run…. with their daughters hot on it’s heels.




It was a grand chase.




And went on long enough for me to photograph it.




Don’t think goats can run?

Try chasing one.




One daughter managed to steer it closer to the outbuildings…

And viola… the take down.




Country goats.

Because city people don’t know what to do with them…




Dragons on the other hand…