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Cape Cod Day 7…. The Knob.

 

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Yes, you read that correctly.

 

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We visited the Knob.

 

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I admit to being Knob ignorant before a local told us about it….

 

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But it was our last full day on the Cape and it was on our way to Woods Hole, so why not?

 

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Of course I wasn’t exactly dressed for hiking…

 

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But I never let improper footwear get in the way of a good time.

 

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Most of the trek was through the woods.

 

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But there were a few scenic spots along the way.

 

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And a few blisters in the making later…

 

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There it was.

 

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The Knob.

 

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And one adorable…

 

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Very photogenic dog.

 

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Who I made friends with while the husband…

 

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Started talking politics with a nice guy we met along the way.

45 minutes and numerous dog photos later…

 

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I finally got him on the move again.

 

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Did I mention it was freezing cold with a biting wind?

Well, it was.

 

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But we made it to the Knob….

 

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Where I was glad to see they cared about their rocks.

 

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Some Instagram girls were there ahead of us, making the most of the backdrop.

 

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Until the husband promptly ruined it for them.

 

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Well, if you insist.

 

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The view from the Knob.

 

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Knob seen and photographed, we headed back.

 

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With the inventor of Trip Advisor’s house in the distance.

 

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Duly warned against rock theft, we continued back to the car…

 

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And peaceful Quissett Harbor.

 

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Diana’s Baths Part 5… rocks, foliage and zombie toes.

 

Okay… I lied. When we discovered the cairn garden I thought we were at the top, but it turns out we weren’t.

 

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Yes ladies and gentlemen….

 

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There will be more rocks.

 

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And trees.

 

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And trees that hug rocks.

 

 

 

But I promise you…

 

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This time we had found the top.

 

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But standing there, it really does make you wonder where all the water comes from.

 

 

 

The pools are shallow and yet the water keeps flowing… and flowing… and flowing.

Flowing so much in fact..

 

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You knew that was coming, right?

Add another christened outhouse to the list.

Done with the Baths, we back headed down.

 

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Through some lovely paths…

 

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Where sometimes you just have to look up.

 

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And soak in the splendor of autumn.

Naturally, when you look up…. you’re apt to trip over something you would have seen if you were looking down.

Like I did.

 

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Please tell me I’m not the only one who sees a half buried zombie toe here.

 

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And here.

Overgrown toenails et al.

It’s enough to make a girl shiver…

And crave a fortifying alcoholic beverage.

 

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Which I found here.

 

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At the Black Cap Grille, one of our favorite spots in North Conway.

 

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Happily fortified with cocktails and a yummy grilled Caesar salad (If you’ve never eaten it this way? Start now)

And some succulent crab cakes…

 

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We called it a day.

 

 

 

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After a few hours of happily poking around, we were nearing the top.

 

 

 

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A few more rocks.

 

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A little more tip toeing through the tree roots…

 

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And there we were.

 

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The top.

 

 

Quiet pools…

 

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The husband, back on the wrong side…

 

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And some big rocks.

 

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Did that rock just wink at me?

 

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Cheeky things, those rocks…

 

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We enjoyed the view and the feeling of accomplishment.

And then…

 

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We saw something a little farther up…

 

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That made us realize we weren’t quite finished with Diana’s Baths yet.

Cairns!

 

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Sorry.. no.

Not that kind.

 

 

 

Diana’s Baths Part 2.

 

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What?

 

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You thought we were done with the rocks?

 

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Uh, no.

 

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There were stacked rocks…

Rocks with roots…

 

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Rocks with husbands…

 

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Videos of rocks…

 

 

 

And rocks with bloggers taking selfies.

 

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Baby got rocks!

 

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There were big rocks.

 

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Rocks with water.

 

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And rocks with husbands who had to climb on the opposite side from their wives because they thought it was a better path….

 

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Then couldn’t figure out how to get back across…

 

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And had to turn around and go back the way the wife did.

 

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I love those kinds of rocks.

 

 

And no matter how high we climbed?

 

 

 

There were always more rocks!

White Mountains trip Day 5… Diana’s Baths

 

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Doing our good deed and making a donation, we entered .

 

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Took a leisurely stroll…

 

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Down into the woods…

 

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Past some type of fairy installation….

 

 

And a tree who clearly loves his rock….

 

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Across a bridge…

 

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Alongside a stream…

 

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And found the bottom of the Baths.

 

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Not usually the best part of a bath but…

 

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These are a different type of bath entirely.

 

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Not much is left of the old sawmill.

 

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But if you look carefully…

 

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You can find it.

 

 

 

We happily spent the whole afternoon exploring this place.

 

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Hiking the trails and climbing the rocks …

 

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And there were plenty of rocks to climb.

 

 

 

The water levels in the autumn are quite low…

 

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And it gently cascades down a section here…

 

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And there.

 

 

 

But in the spring it’s dangerously high from the snow melt.

 

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(Required selfie)

 

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In the summer the pools fill, and it’s a favorite spot to beat the heat.

Step Falls Part 2… forest unmentionables.

 

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We kept climbing higher,  getting closer to the falls.

 

 

But did you see it? In the bottom right hand corner…

I didn’t when I was filming, but then I took a picture.

 

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Yeah.

 

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While I usually pick up litter we find along the way while hiking? This I left alone.

I don’t even want to know….

 

 

Up a thoughtfully constructed rock staircase.

 

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Deeper into the woods.

 

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I kept thinking, geesh. Are we ever going to reach the top?

 

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One required sun drenched selfie later…

 

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Past the well marked trail tree…

 

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We finally saw the top.

 

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The view was going to be killer… I knew it.

Anxiously preparing for the money shot, I found this –

 

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Huh…?

 

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You mean I hauled my  (considerable)  butt up this  hill/ gorge/ mini mountain for bupkus?

WTF!

 

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They even had the flags running across the falls themselves.

 

 

Damned right it is! Why would you open a waterfall up to the public, create a trail, install a bench, mark that trail very carefully so people could find the top….and then not let them access the top? It’s criminal, I tell you.

Criminal.

And it made me wonder if the discarded unmentionables I saw down below were in way of protest.

I felt the same outrage! But not quite enough outrage to leave my own behind. There are limits… even for me.

Making our way back down to the parking lot I was so ticked off I didn’t take any pictures, until I saw this…

 

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And thought…

 

 

 

 

 

White Mountain Trip Day 4… Step Falls

 

Trees and rocks… rocks and trees ahead.

You’ve been warned.

 

 

Oh, come on.

Early morning day 4, we woke with the sun and headed out for a hike to Step Falls.

 

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I wish I could convey the sense of peace that envelops me when I walk into a forest. The fresh air of natural places, the gentle breeze swaying the leaves. The sweet songs of the birds, the whisper of the trees. It’s pure magic.

I don’t know who’s responsible for finding these wild and beautiful places and opening them to the public… but I’ll be forever grateful.

 

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Step Falls in Bethel, Maine. In October when we visited… gently cascading streams. In spring during snow melt season? Torrents of angry water rushing down the mountain not caring what lies in it’s path.

 

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Many of the places we visit are free to the public, but are maintained by local volunteers who ask that you donate to help with costs. Most people never do, so we make a point of it each and every time.

 

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And with this Cycloptic donation box…. how could you not?

 

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The paths were wide and friendly…

 

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Although I couldn’t help but feel I was being watched.

 

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Into the woods…

 

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Up the hill, where we first heard the falls.

 

 

 

Up some stone steps.

 

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Up some fortuitously placed tree roots.

 

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We see a bit more water.

 

 

No.

Not even close…

 

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Ever onward…

 

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And upward…

 

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Past some weird trees growing right around the rocks.

 

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More of the falls.

 

 

 

And a not very comfortable but necessary granite bench to stop and let the husband take a breath.

 

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White Mountains trip Day 3…. Sculptured Rocks.

 

Talk about your out of the way tourist attraction.

Damn.

 

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I kept directing the husband to drive and he kept thinking I was nuts. This place was in the back of beyond, on a dead end road, past a bunch of men with rifles taking target practice in their front yards.

 

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Banjo music? A distinct possibility…

 

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But once we found it, I was glad we persisted.

ARE YOU READY FOR SOME ROCKS?  *she sings in her best Hank Williams Jr. voice, which admittedly… is pretty lame*

Rocks!

 

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To be more specific… glacial melt water sculpted rocks.

 

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And what fabulous rocks they were.

 

 

 

Seriously… these rocks rocked.

 

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The forms, the shapes…

 

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Can you imagine the force it took to do this to solid rock?

 

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These were impressive rocks.

 

 

Sculptured Rocks Natural Area, which spans 272 acres, is a unique example of nature’s powerful yet delicate artistry. The Cockermouth River carved a narrow canyon in bedrock on its way to Newfound Lake, beginning as the last ice age drew to a close. Nature used grains of sand suspended in the current to carve the walls of the canyon into curious shapes and create potholes in the bedrock.”We spent a good bit of time here.Climbing up, over and across the wonderful rocks.
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It rocked. 

 

But you probably already guessed that.

 

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And even if you’re not an aficionado like me….

 

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You have to admit, they’re some pretty special hunks of rock.

 

By the way…

The husband’s ongoing challenge?

Still going.

 

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So to speak.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Polar caves Part 5. The finale…

 

Done with the caves, we thought we were done with the park but there was still a little left to explore.

 

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A nature path through the woods.

 

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Leading past a sugar shack…

 

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And an old tree.

Do I post fascinating stuff or what?

 

 

Stop that!

 

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There was a rock set up for climbing….

 

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As well as one with some munchies on top.

 

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And you know what?

Still better than kale.

 

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We kept hiking.

 

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Up some rocks…

 

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And some stairs…

 

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And oh boy! The husband’s face says it all…

More stairs.

 

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To be honest there wasn’t much more to see. But we found a gazebo on our way back down… with rather questionable graffiti.

 

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Okay.

I’m not sure that needed be to advertised…. but whatever floats your boat.

 

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One more smooth path down…

 

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And we neared the exit.

 

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Where I had to stop and feed those precious European fallow deer again.

 

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Such little cuties.

 

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Polar Caves… the end!

Half a day experiencing it , 5 days blogging about it.

Say what you want about me… (and I’m sure you will)

You can’t say I’m not thorough.

 

White Mountains trip… Day 2. Moose Cave.

 

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Down the road from Screw Auger Falls in Grafton Notch you’ll find a trail to the Moose Cave.

 

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Easy walking through the forest….

 

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And steps that run along a gorge.

 

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We did a lot of looking down.

 

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The fractures in the granite were impressive and show you what the force of running melt water can do.

And then before we knew it…

 

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We saw a sign, but no cave.

 

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Oh, wait….

 

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I guess that hole was it.

 

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Not my idea of a cave…. but I did feel sorry for the moose.

 

 

 

Action shots of my senior citizen husband with the bad back and sciatica….

 

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Once a Marine, always a Marine.

 

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Uncave-like cave seen, experienced and photographed… we took an alternate trail out.

 

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Some granite steps…

 

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And a tree root staircase later….

 

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We came upon a moss garden.

 

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What kind of moss you ask?

 

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Reindeer moss.

Isn’t that exciting?

 

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Look how excited I was…

 

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Mutilate the moss?

No…

I would never.