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White Mountains trip Day 2… Moose, mountains and fall colors.



When you think of Maine? You think of lobster… and moose. But let me tell you, I’ve lived here on and off since 1978 and have seen exactly one moose in the wild. Granted we live in the Mid Coast region and they’re more prevalent up north, but still… one in 41 years is not a good ratio.




So when we crossed the border into New Hampshire after leaving the Moose Cave in Grafton Notch….. and I saw numerous signs warning of the dangers of moose crossings?

I thought, yeah.



We’ll never see one.

Until we did.

Right there on the side of the road…




A moose!




Happily munching away on some swamp grasses.

A real live moose!



And I was halfway out of the car to get some really good pictures when the husband said no. This was a teenage male and though he was probably too young to rut…. it was that time of year.




So I had to stalk him from an open window instead.



But I saw a moose!

My second in 41 years…




And then all too soon he was tired of us….




And headed back to the woods.




Goodbye moose….

I may not live long enough to see another wild one of you, but thanks for showing up and making my day.

As I said before, the fall colors were all over the place. We had an early turn this year so by the time we got to the mountains, many places were past peak foliage. But that doesn’t mean they weren’t still spectacular…




Rusty oranges…




Muted greens and yellows…





Peaks of reds.




Even speckled with rain, I’ll take them.





It’s different around each bend.




And around each bend?




Another outhouse for the husband to christen.




The journey continues….



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?