Category Archives: Hiking The White Mountains

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Close Encounters of the Bear-able kind

New Hampshire has lots of wildlife. Most of the time they keep to themselves, hiding in the woods. If you get out early, or late at night you might run into them. Literally. Moose, in particular, can be found just

bear

Close Encounters of the Bear-able kind

New Hampshire has lots of wildlife. Most of the time they keep to themselves, hiding in the woods. If you get out early, or late at night you might run into them. Literally. Moose, in particular, can be found just

So, exactly what do you do all summer in New Hampshire??

Living in an RV means we have no lawns or gardens to tend to. Cleaning and maintaining a 300 square foot vehicle doesn’t take all that long. We don’t have a lot of storage so we don’t go out shopping

So, exactly what do you do all summer in New Hampshire??

Living in an RV means we have no lawns or gardens to tend to. Cleaning and maintaining a 300 square foot vehicle doesn’t take all that long. We don’t have a lot of storage so we don’t go out shopping

Mountain Laurel

Lobstah Dinners and Other Summer Fun

There is nothing like New England seafood. Haddock, steamers, scallops and lobster have become a staple of our New Hampshire diet. As soon as we get down to Portland we’ll add fresh swordfish to that list. (for some reason we

Mountain Laurel

Lobstah Dinners and Other Summer Fun

There is nothing like New England seafood. Haddock, steamers, scallops and lobster have become a staple of our New Hampshire diet. As soon as we get down to Portland we’ll add fresh swordfish to that list. (for some reason we

Close up of Arethusa Falls

Not Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein

Looking up at Frankenstein Cliff towering 1000 feet above us thoughts of Mary Shelley came to mind. The scarred face of the granite wall, the block shape, all reminiscent of the monster’s forehead. I could see where it got its

Close up of Arethusa Falls

Not Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein

Looking up at Frankenstein Cliff towering 1000 feet above us thoughts of Mary Shelley came to mind. The scarred face of the granite wall, the block shape, all reminiscent of the monster’s forehead. I could see where it got its