Favorite things

The coolness in the air has me thinking about our last camping trip to Red River, NM. 

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It also has me thinking about a few of my favorite things in the mountains.  

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Campfire. (You gotta know what comes next…)

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Smores made with a Reese’s cup.  No, I’m not weird.  You should try it!

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Hummingbirds coming to my feeder.

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I love the whistling noise they make as they whiz back and forth through the trees, then back to the feeder.

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My oldest punk playing in the river (he’s hoping to find some gold).

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My youngest punk (looking like Opie) hoping to catch his dinner.

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Ski lift rides.

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When Ol’ Blue Eyes does this. I love you too!

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Mountain views.

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Hiking in the woods.

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Pictures of my punks (like this one) with a great mountain view in the background. 

Ok, so there’s a lot I like about the mountains.   This may be due to the fact (well, it is) that I spent my childhood in Pennsylvania until I was 12.  We had snowmobiles (that my brother and I wrecked), 3 wheelers (that my brother and I wrecked), mini bikes (that my brother and I wrecked), BB guns, and acres of woods to roam around in (my poor mom).   It was a blast and I miss it oh so very much.  I loved all the snow (that could be because I wasn’t plowing it).  I long for snow.  I wish we had more snow.  I wish it would snow… right now.  Are you thinking what I’m thinking? No, I did not hit my head, why do you ask? I’m thinking I need to plan a trip to the mountains very, very soon!

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