Halfway between Woodstock and Thornton is a place that runs on mountain time.
When the sun rises, I'm awakened by real birds, not the artificial "birdsong" of my iPhone alarm. And instead of walking to get coffee, I drive 9 miles.
|It's worth it!|
In the White Mountains of New Hampshire, I'm sharing a house with my parents, my sister Sam, her husband Gregg, and nieces and nephew Riley, Brennan, and Dylan. In case you lost count, that makes 8 of us. So while it's quiet and serene outside the house, there's a constant hum inside. The TV surfs between Sprout and CNN. The washer and dryer tumble with endless loads of towels.
And Dilly wakes up long before the birds!
|She's cute, so we let her slide!|
I'm used to living on my own and doing what I want, but on this trip the kids set the pace. We're on mountain time.
|We befriend bears.|
|Climb rock walls.|
|Bungee jump. (Safely!)|
|Get lost in life-size mazes.|
|And ride a gondola high above the world!|
The trail is lined with boulder caves carved by glaciers long ago. Determined to follow the kids, I cover my Genium with plastic. While my parents hang onto Dylan, the rest of us squeeze between stone walls, belly through passageways, and snake over puddles.
|More than once,|
I get stuck between
a rock and a hard place!
|And of course, where's the best place for a selfie?|
Exactly 2 years ago, I wrote a post called Small Happiness. More than 2000 miles have passed since then, and that happiness has grown exponentially.
Riley, who took her first steps when I did, back at Mile 15, is now entering 2nd grade.
Brennan (born at Mile 436) is our newest kindergartner.
|And prosthetist in training!|
As for Baby Dyl?
On our last night in the house, she disappears. While Dad's outside at the grill, and we're hustling to get dinner on the table, Dylan is suddenly no where to be found! We can hear her little voice, those soft baby babbles, but we don't see her anywhere. That's when she peeks her nose over the second floor landing. Mom and Sam race up the winding stairway to find Dylan sitting at the top with a proud smile, pleased as punch with her newest accomplishment. Her first time climbing stairs alone!
Time flies. Seasons pass.
Things change. It's good to take a break and enjoy them for a while.
That's the beauty of mountain time.