Nordic Village Resort
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... twice our height that had been tossed down the brook by a giant or some major earth movement. We are growing to appreciate that each river, stream and brook has it own voice - a unique tempo, rhythm and sound level. Today’s was a melodic, moderate energy with an upbeat momentum. We had ...
... absorb the interaction
of the leaves with the wind gusts that come and go -
leaves no longer holding on to their tree's trunk -
letting go, floating, gliding within the window frame and
then out of my vision.
Harvey helps me to do another one of the “maneuvers” and I am so much
better! Those little crystals in my ear must be almost back in place!
Harvey has helped and set me on a lounge chair on our ...
... them, some expensive, some tacky, some dull and the New Balance one very interesting. Our motel is exotically called the Oxen Yoke Motel, and it turned out that it was an annex for the Eastern Slope Resort, a swanky hotel on Main Street. We slummed it in the motel thankfully, its facilities being exactly what we could have desired. Supper in Rafferty's - we still haven't come to terms with the volumes of food! - and back to the motel for a welcome night's ...
... talk. We did finally summit and the parking area at the top was not as nice as others I had experienced. It was also narrow at points (I even witnessed an accident in front of me) and it was parked up. We managed to find a spot but then you have to walk up a LOT of steep stairs. Mom just couldn’t do it. I had to because I had to pee and that was the only way to get to the bathroom. It was cold and I was wearing shorts. It was also ...
... were all over the rocks, flying from rock to rock, and flying and landing all over me. When they flew right into my face, I had to swat them off. When I was placing my hands and feet, I'd have to swipe them off the rock because I didn't want to squish them. Thank goodness they were soo darn cute, I didn't care whether they were on me. If they were roaches, I think I'd've peed myself!
After climbing Fun House, we drove to Plymouth, NH. Let the climbing continue!!!!