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When I was about ten years old, I was climbing Mt. Washington with my family and some family friends, and we got lost coming down the mountain. We tried several different trails unsuccessfully. It was getting dark, and though we know that we were close to the end, our parents didn't want to keep going. They were afraid someone might get hurt trying to walk in the dark. We couldn't find the right trail. There must have been eight or ten of us, and we all spent the night in the woods, sleeping on the ground under the stars. Fortunately, it was summer, and a beautiful clear night. But even in summer nights on Mt. Washington are cold. But we survived, and now we have this story to tell. I remember the cold, and sleeping on a big, hard rock, but mostly I remember the woods. The smell of the air and the noises and the vastness of it. I didn't think we'd ever get out. Of course, we did. The next morning we found the trail almost immediately and were at the bottom in less than an hour. When Queen Moon asked me to write up a little something for this page, this is what popped into my head. This was my first experience with the "wild" woods. My family had been camping since long before I was born, but we always stayed at campsites, with bathrooms and electricity and running water (because my mother, whose idea of a vacation is not camping, insisted on these amenities), never just out in the woods, under the stars. At the time, I was not impressed. I wanted to be back at the campsite, in front of a fire, snuggly and warm. Looking back on it, however, is a fond memory. I have never slept under the stars since, and this is something I would like to again. Very soon. My only regret is that I did not pay more attention to my surroundings, because I am sure there were fairies there...


Many years later, after I met my husband but before we were married, he and I went to visist his family in Rhode Island. His grandmother, who is a fascinating wonderful woman, took us to Arcadia National Park near Exeter. She has been researching her family's history since my husband can remember, and there is a graveyard there she wanted to visit, and the remains of a foundation that was once some member of her family's home. It is the most beautiful forest I have ever seen. But then, I think all forest are beautiful, so I might be biased. Perhaps my husband and I will go there someday, and camp, and sleep under the stars, and maybe I'll take pictures. If I do, I'll put them here so you can see them, too. Until then, please enjoy some pictures of other forests that I would like to see Sherwood Forestandthis pool, though I can't remember where it is right now...Stillaguamish? Does that ring a bell with anyone?and this one is Corberrie, which I believe is located in Acadia State Park in Nova Scotia...

I'm always collecting pictures of forests and woods, so if you have one and would like to share...:)


If you have anything that you'd like to see on this page, please email me in care of my good friend Queen Moon.

Some other places you might like to visit...

The Last Homely House

Archaeology, Myth, Magic and Pagan Religion

Robin Hood, Bold Outlaw of Barnsdale and Sherwood

Cornish Folklore

Ancient Sites of Britain: Stonehenge, Avebury and other Stone Circles

Scotland-Megalithic Mysteries

Ghost Stories and Folklore


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