And then there’s these. New Hampshire, leaving the White Mountains on the Appalachian Trail.
And then there’s these. New Hampshire, leaving the White Mountains on the Appalachian Trail.
I’ve never been good at naming things. When I got my first mutt puppy, my mom jokingly asked, “wutchyah gunna name ‘er…Roxy?” And I said “YAYEAH MAAAAMA, ROXY!” According to old home movies we had extremely thick country accents. Not like the kind Matthew McConaughey has in lawyer movies that makes women hate their husbands, but the kind that makes people from the South embarrassed that people that talked like us were from there, too. I guess maybe the influx of people migrating to Nashville from Wisconsin helped lighten that up some.