Moss, is humor writer from Tennessee. She writes a
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She has written for the Daily News of Kingsport, Griffin Journal,
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Advocate, and Smyrna AM, a supplement of the Murfreesboro Daily News
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||New Hampshire Autumn....
New Hampshire Autumn
I was packed and ready to go at 5 o'clock in the
morning. I didn't think there would be many people flying at 5 o'clock
on Sunday morning. Wrong. The place was packed.
Going through airport security, I had my first experience with a body
scanner. I've heard of these things. They can see through your clothes
like Superman. I didn't know how long it took or whether to hold my
breath like for an x-ray. Before I could blink, it was over and the
security guard was telling me, "Come on out, lady."
The flight to Philly was fine except for a gabby lady across the aisle
that didn't shut up for the entire flight. The connection from Philly
was delayed. After all the planning we had done to coordinate flights
and get to New Hampshire at the same general time as my sister and
brother-in-law. We spent two hours waiting, and wouldn't you just know
it, listening to another gabby lady who talked endlessly on a cell
phone - one call after another. She must have called everyone she
When we finally got to New Hampshire, I spotted a large bronze moose
in the airport that reminded me of article I wrote called "What
to do with a Brass Moose." I didn't think of putting it at the
airport to amuse the tourists. I wanted to take a picture and my
sister said "Go ahead as it will probably be only moose we
see." It seems she once looked for moose for an entire vacation
in Canada and never did see any, even though other people saw them
walking the streets of downtown.
We were all starving as we had been traveling all day. We didn't know
which restaurant was a good place to eat, so we decided we would go to
one with a cute name. We decided on "The Muddy Moose." Bad
choice. With my sister's luck at finding moose, we couldn't even find
the restaurant. However, we did find one called "Horsefeathers"
and figured that was cute enough.
The next day was rainy; in fact every day was rainy with clouds and
mist hanging on the mountains. We decided to do an auto tour of the
mountains and check out the foliage. The leaves were gorgeous, all
shades of yellow, gold, orange and red. A lot of maple trees grow
there, which probably accounts for the beautiful colors. It was a
tossup as to which color was prettier, but it would be hard to find
anything more glorious than a red maple.
New Hampshire has a lot of waterfalls, dozens. It quit raining long
enough for us to walk a trail to a waterfall that was supposed to be
only .6 miles away. The more we walked, the further away the waterfall
became. I know we walked 5 miles. There was a breathtaking cascading
falls at the end of the trail. That was the good part. The bad part is
that we then had to walk back to the car. I was really feeling sorry
for myself until we met up with an old lady on a walker who was hiking
We found other waterfalls that you could see without having to hike,
though, and so many gorgeous vistas with mountains, lakes, and fall
leaves of all colors that our eyes were sore from looking. The color
was at its peak and we decided that nothing could possibly be any
grander than this or we would find that we had died and gone to
I always thought that heaven had only clouds, but my sister insisted
that heaven has trees. We never did decide. I guess we will have to
wait and see. I don't know if there are any moose in heaven either;
however, I do know that there are no moose in New Hampshire, at least
none that we ever saw.
Copyright 2012 Sheila Moss
Nashville, TN 37219
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