There were many days in the White Mountains with metahacker
There were stars, many many stars. And we never even went anywhere specific to go look at them.
There was walking in woods and mountains and rivers and mushrooms of various and unexpected colors and shapes. There were rocks for crossing wet places, for sitting on, for petting, for having pet rocks, and for being pets of rocks.
There was cuddling. A whole lot of cuddling. Also, cuddling.
There were conversations about bears and moose, but no actual sightings by the two of us of either one.
There was a gradual increase in ability to deal with walking in places with uphillness.
There was a cold with a fever that came and went.
There was conversation, chatting, silliness, and connecting.
There was a room that could have been better in various ways, but which was still a good room for being a room in which there was much time spent with metahacker
There was a hot tub that I never got around to using. There were various very friendly owners and workers at the Bed & Breakfast we stayed at. There are wee pretty paintings, and postcards that failed to be sent while we were actually there.
There was grumpy, there was tired, but there was also a deep low level joy at being in mountains with trees and green and quiet.
There was remembering that mountains and hills are a rightness for me, in ways that flatness is not. And also remembering that places that tend to have them also tend to not have much to do in the evening.
There was much passing of various towns I've lived in or near, remembering when Concord, NH was a big city to me (Boston used to terrify me; Manhattan still does, although less so), seeing various towns that I think my high school used to have sports games at.
There were times when there was too much moving and I needed to just sit for a while and talk to the mountains and trees and grass. There were many more times when I just knew where I was, and was glad.
There was a fire, marshmallows, and small, hyper children. There was very little reading, and no internet access (or indeed, a computer, for me).
There was beauty. There was simplicity. There was quiet. There was time away with metahacker
. And it was indeed good. I really needed that, for the time away, for the nature, for the time with metahacker
There are pictures, which I may get around to posting some of.