Sunday, March 28, 2010


This view of the White Mountains of New Hampshire was not, I repeat, was not easily obtained. It took all my strength and determination to reach this point in our Saturday morning hike.

I shall begin from the beginning. Exercise we all know aids in our mental health and well being. With that in mind DH and I decided it would be a perfect day for a hike. Okay, it was my idea. We headed for Douglas Mountain which is a relatively short driving distance from our home. Forty minutes later we deposited our parking fee in the honor system box and began our trek along with a group of pre-teens and their chaperon who had arrived the same time as we. Off to the woods we travailed, birds singing, kid's happy voices in the air and Winslow Homer trotting along (still hacking from his kennel cough). We had hiked thirty minutes or so when we approached a stream. The setting was oh so picturesque. I watched as the group of kids now ahead of us mastered the moss covered rocks. They all scampered across as only kids can do, their chaperon not far behind. I approached the rocks with the same intent, but when my feet hit those moss covered rocks, I ended up ass end in the stream. My brain couldn't fathom what had just occurred, but my derriere and shoulder sure knew. All I could hear was "oh honey" DH hauled me out of the water and checked me over making sure I was indeed okay. I was, just stunned and wet. Not only were those rocks mossy, but ice covered. I elected to keep going on. A second attempt ended in the same results. Now my feet are slogging around in my hiking boots, steam rising out of my gloves, and my lined jeans are beginning to stiffen. With much encouragement from DH (and I mean much) I endured. The kids ahead of us kept asking if I was okay, and their chaperon offered me her long underwear,( there are still kind people in this world) I knew if I kept moving I would stay warm, warm but wet. I did decline the long underwear but agreed to join their group. The chaperon took me aside and informed me her kid's wanted to keep an eye on me. What a sight I was. An hour later we made it to the summit of Douglas Mountain. Thank you God. We all climbed the stone tower, took the photo, enjoyed a few minutes of conversation, I thanked everyone, and quickly made the descent down, straight down as in the route with the least amount of hazards and no flowing water over ice covered mossy rocks!
There was a reason hidden in my brain why I never wore these hiking boots and it was not till I had them on my feet and my butt in the stream that I remembered: they are "slippery soled" and now most surely a hazard to my physical well being
I think the boots will be much better served as a planter. I will plant "hens and chickens" in them this spring and place them on our stonewall for all to enjoy. I now am in the market for new hiking boots anyone have any suggestions? Let me just state it is never dull here at Dog Trot Farm and I have the black and blues to prove it!


Eve said...

Ok now that I know you're fine...Thank God the camera is ok and you didnt get the new SUBIE yet!!!
hahahah sorry Julie! I just had to say it! Wow you did good! I'm sure I would have to be strechered off to the hospital after the first one let alone the second! You're one tough chick...hen...woman!
Can wait to see the boots all filled with warm dirt and chickens!

Rural Revival said...

Planters...perfect revenge, I'd say. At least, I hope, when you arrived back home, you were able to indulge in some of those yummy squares? They look like they'd make just about anything worthwhile.


Anonymous said...

Ouch! So sorry to hear of your tumbles. I Hope making it to the top and seeing the view was satisfying! I used to hike Douglas Mountain in the summers with my Girl Scout campers from Camp Pondicherry -- it was training for Pleasant Mountain the next week! Get yourself some good boots, girl! Hugs,

Farm Girl said...

Oh my gosh, what a story, but what wonderful sweet people. I hope that in the morning you aren't so stiff you can't move. But, what a trooper you are!!! Good for you! You kept going.

Rural Rambler said...

You gots more guts than me Julie! Hope we get to see pictures of the boots as planters :) Black and blues, owie.

Jenny said...

Oh my! Well, all I can say is that the view was worth it (well, I think it was worth it, but maybe you're not so sure)! I've had a few mishaps on my birding surveys, but I think your one takes the biscuit! Hope the bruises are fading already!

Anonymous said...

hope your on the road to recovery and everything is healing fine including the sore muscles. Your bars look delicious.

DayPhoto said...

I need to start walking...sigh.