Pittsburg

After our brief stay in the Kancamagus Highway area, we headed north to Pittsburg.  Moose Alley.  Home of the moose.  Moose everywhere.  I read about it online.  Totally see moose.  Totally.  

Not a moose.                        

Not a moose.                        

Not a moose.                        

A moose!  Three nights, two porcupine, one skunk, and finally a moose.  Our friend above is a resident of the campground that J spotted as we were headed out of the campground headed to Maine.  The skunk we found entering the campground after a fruitless night of moose hunting, and the porpucines were on Moose Alley, even though they're not moose.  Two of the nights we went cruising for a viewing we made it to the Canada border.  We were staying within 15 miles of the border, which is pretty darn high up.  Our campground was above the 45th parallel.  It was gorgeous, mountainous, lakey, and cool.            

Seriously, check it out.  Each campsite was secluded from the others with a nice line of trees, but we're all super close to the road so we can check out the lake across the road easily.  We stayed at a private campground, they had lake access, a dock, and we could use the paddle boats after signing a waiver.  They also had horseshoes that NB loved.  He got quite good at it.  He asked me to play, but I am tragically not good at it.  Everyone managed to avoid getting hit by a flying horseshoe thrown by me, but it took active work.              

We only went out once, but it was a lot of fun.  There was a lot of wind that day, so we had some difficulty getting around, but the views couldn't be beat.  The kids also decided they didn't like the design of paddle boats--they all came back with bruises up and down their spines.  Blech.                  

The kids love getting in the water.  They are insane.  That water is COLD.  COLD.  Let's reiterate--C-O-L-D.  But they were all super pouty when I told them it was time to get back to camp because I, being the dry and sane one, was chilled merely by the outside air.  But it helped that we went up the street for a snack.  NB and I wanted something warm, but all there was to be had was ice cream.  I passed, not wanting to get any colder, but my entire family went in for the icy treat.  They all got kiddie cones, which was good, because those were bigger than some of the kids' heads.  Good price to quantity ratio, but waaaaaaaayyyyyyyy too much ice cream.  Not that any of it went unconsumed.  But still....  We had such fun at Ramblewood, we would go back.  Such a great place to just kick back and relax.  We've had a lot of campgrounds where we're on the go, especially on the East Coast.  Going and doing, seeing and exploring--it was nice to just be somewhere to play pool, go for a quick swim, play badminton, read a book.  So, so very nice.