Monday, October 15, 2007


We attended a "Best of" New Hampshire Magazine prize-winning river lighting festival in a nearby town last weekend. While we were hard-pressed to determine why this festival merited an award--unless it was in the category of "Down and Out New Hampshire Towns that Smell Really Really Bad," (who knew paper mills emitted such noxious odors?)--The Wog did have the chance to sit with a moose.

First she sat next to the moose.

She inched closer in his direction.

Eye contact!

When the moose walked away, The Wog followed:

Thankfully, the moose was very good-natured about the stalking. And we got used to the smell.

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