Living Waters

The previous blog I kind of made an observation about the campground that was named Living Waters. Well, today my day was framed by just a thing.
I dropped Jerry off this morning where I had picked him up on Friday night. I also delivered the other hiker to the same spot. Jerry went North. Loadstone headed South. I came back through the notch and found a wonderful little pond and a picnic table just right for some morning meditation. The mountain across the road was Willey Mountain. It was named for a family who back in 1826 died in a landslide on the mountain. Seems they had built their home at the base of the mountain. During a violent storm, fearing a landslide similar to the one they has witnessed on the other side of the mountain, the family fled the house. In the end the family all died but their house was spared due to a rock cliff that was above it. Sad Story.
I came back to the farm, Meadowstone by name and took down our tent that Jerry stayed in the last two nights and cleaned out the car a little.
Couldn’t decide if I should just stick around here and read or do some sightseeing. After all, the mountains of NH are not always available for a Sunday afternoon drive.
Christy called me and I tried to make contact with out other NKY kids. Ben and Joanna managed to call back. It is always good to feel connected to the people back home. Jerry and I decided to try and meet up in Gorham this Friday evening, so I managed to get a room reservation for the night even on a holiday weekend.
After all the phone calls I took a short nap and then looked at the map. I found a state park called Forest Lake. After literally going around in a circle, I managed to find the right road and to find the park. A rather small place with a big lake. There were families swimming and picnicking together. Just having fun. I called my Aunt Joy from there, again just needing to be connected to the people I love. It also was a great place for an evening meditation.
Came back to the farm, Meadowstone by name, and ran in to Sam who invited me to the 6:00 milking. Once again I got to try my hand(s) at milking the goats. These guys and the goats sure have patience with me.
So, ‘now the sun is sinking in the west. Little children go home to take their rest’. Soon I will be headed for the last trip of the day to the outhouse. I like to do that before it really gets dark. Sorry if that is too much information. BTW last week they caught 3 skunks – they tell me that the skunks hadn’t been a problem until I came – hmmmm.
Can’t decide if I want a little supper before I go to bed or if I’ll just wait until breakfast.
Have a good one….