I climbed the rickety old fire tower (you can see it in one of the pictures in the first NH post), while Lizzie, the smarter of the two of us, decided to stay in the topple-free zone. As children, my sisters and I used to climb up here with my Grandpa, while my Grandma remained (again, wisely) on solid ground. I imagine they were both hanging out with me up there today, though. The view is pretty cool, very Bob Ross, and I got to hear two teenagers singing Lady Gaga (Edge of Glory, of course) and then argue about whether the land they were seeing in the distance with the view master was Italy or Mexico. Der, it's the moon, smarties. Everyone knows that.
I climbed the rickety old fire tower (you can see it in one of the pictures in the first NH post), while Lizzie, the smarter of the two of us, decided to stay in the topple-free zone. As children, my sisters and I used to climb up here with my Grandpa, while my Grandma remained (again, wisely) on solid ground. I imagine they were both hanging out with me up there today, though. The view is pretty cool, very Bob Ross, and I got to hear two teenagers singing Lady Gaga (Edge of Glory, of course) and then argue about whether the land they were seeing in the distance with the view master was Italy or Mexico. Der, it's the moon, smarties. Everyone knows that.
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