We headed out the long dirt road and walked for about 20 minutes. The boys hit stones with sticks and talked about what they would do if they saw a bear. I took pictures.
At last we came to a clearing with two small houses...now this was a 20 minute walk out into the middle of nowhere! The boys told us it was the family camp and these people came out and stayed there to hunt and just hang out.
I guess it was just a place for them to go and get away from it all and grow flowers or vegetables in their bathtub in the front yard and no one would care.
Just beyond the first house was this little sign and we up over a hill and down into the area where I got my first look at the famous balancing rock.
I said, "This is it?"
It wasn't really what I expected...just a big rock (not an unusual thing in NH) and I didn't really see the thrill, but it was a nice walk.



1 comments:
Great story! At least it was a pretty walk. Your story reminds me of the time we went in search of Patrick Henry's house in VA.
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