Bear With Me


After riding in the car for more than six hours, I was looking forward to checking into my room at the Mount Washington Hotel in the White Mountains of Northern New Hampshire. Unfortunately, I was a last-minute responder and there was no room at the inn.

At first, there was a room at the lodge just outside the grounds. It was an easy 1-km walk (5/8 mile) back up the drive. No problem for me. But the hotel staff laughed and said, “You shouldn’t do that walk at night.”

“Why?” I scoffed. “Am I going to get mugged?”

“No,” I was told, “But you might run into a bear.”

Anyway, that room disappeared while we talked, so I shared a room with my cousin the first night.

I went for a walk the next morning and discovered this was serious business. There were actually warning signs posted around the property. Still, I didn’t see any bears — unless you count some of the guys at the wedding. I did, however, meet some very friendly horses… and an irresistible pig.

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ENTERING MOUNT WASHINGTON RESORT
(MOUNT WASHINGTON IN BACKGROUND).
MAIN BUILDING OF THE RESORT.
A COZY LITTLE PLACE.
THE WHITE MOUNTAINS.
A VIEW TO THE NORTH VERANDA.
AN INN ON THE PROPERTY.
THERE WERE GIANT CHECKERS, TOO.
ANOTHER INN ON THE PROPERTY.
BEHIND THE HOTEL AT SUNSET.
MOUNT WASHINGTON OBSCURED BY MORNING FOG.
A BRIEF DALLIANCE.
HE WAS A BIT CLINGY; SO, I LEFT WITHOUT GETTING HIS NAME.
RALPH.
GLEN … AND FRIENDS.

Author: Moving with Mitchell

From Brooklyn, New York; to North Massapequa; back to Brooklyn; Brockport, New York; back to Brooklyn... To Boston, Massachusetts, where I met Jerry... To Marina del Rey, California; Washington, DC; New Haven and Guilford, Connecticut; San Diego, San Francisco, Palm Springs, and Santa Barbara, California; Las Vegas, Nevada; Irvine, California; Sevilla, Spain. And Fuengirola, Málaga..

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