{"id":6217,"date":"2013-05-02T08:00:21","date_gmt":"2013-05-02T12:00:21","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/bluefootedmusings.com\/?p=6217"},"modified":"2013-05-02T09:15:00","modified_gmt":"2013-05-02T13:15:00","slug":"vacation-story","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/bluefootedmusings.com\/?p=6217","title":{"rendered":"Vacation Story"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Last year we vacationed in New Hampshire. There weren&#8217;t a heck of a lot of obvious destination activities in that area of the country. But, since we liked interesting minerals, and one of Livia&#8217;s favorite activities was picking up rocks, we decided to give the <a title=\"Ruggles Mine at Wikipedia\" href=\"http:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/Ruggles_Mine\">Ruggles Mine<\/a> a go.<\/p>\n<p>The mine turned out to be beautiful in its own rocky, cavey way.<\/p>\n<div id=\"attachment_7577\" style=\"width: 310px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><a href=\"http:\/\/bluefootedmusings.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/04\/mine.jpg\"><img aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-7577\" decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-7577\" alt=\"mine\" src=\"http:\/\/bluefootedmusings.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/04\/mine-300x225.jpg\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" srcset=\"http:\/\/bluefootedmusings.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/04\/mine-300x225.jpg 300w, http:\/\/bluefootedmusings.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/04\/mine-1024x768.jpg 1024w, http:\/\/bluefootedmusings.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/04\/mine.jpg 1200w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/a><p id=\"caption-attachment-7577\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Ruggles Mine<\/p><\/div>\n<p>Marshall could hardly be pried away from one of the caves. It was dark, chilly and muddy, like a cave should be. Sections of the wall were mica. Mica is the major mineral find at the Ruggles Mine. In fact, the mine is located on Isinglass Mountain (&#8220;isinglass&#8221; is an alternative name for mica).<\/p>\n<div id=\"attachment_7576\" style=\"width: 235px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><a href=\"http:\/\/bluefootedmusings.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/04\/mica-cave.jpg\"><img aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-7576\" decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-7576\" alt=\"mica cave\" src=\"http:\/\/bluefootedmusings.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/04\/mica-cave-225x300.jpg\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"http:\/\/bluefootedmusings.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/04\/mica-cave-225x300.jpg 225w, http:\/\/bluefootedmusings.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/04\/mica-cave-768x1024.jpg 768w, http:\/\/bluefootedmusings.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/04\/mica-cave.jpg 900w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 225px) 100vw, 225px\" \/><\/a><p id=\"caption-attachment-7576\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">That&#8217;s my mom plucking a piece of mica from the cave wall.<\/p><\/div>\n<p>When we were just about done exploring the place, I sat down on a large rock in the shade and looked around me.<\/p>\n<div id=\"attachment_7578\" style=\"width: 310px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><a href=\"http:\/\/bluefootedmusings.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/04\/rocks.jpg\"><img aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-7578\" decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-7578\" alt=\"rocks\" src=\"http:\/\/bluefootedmusings.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/04\/rocks-300x225.jpg\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" srcset=\"http:\/\/bluefootedmusings.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/04\/rocks-300x225.jpg 300w, http:\/\/bluefootedmusings.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/04\/rocks.jpg 1000w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/a><p id=\"caption-attachment-7578\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Rocks<\/p><\/div>\n<p>I picked up an interesting rock and showed it to my mom. She pronounced it a &#8220;rock with character.&#8221; A couple of minutes later, my husband came by with a rock to show me. He said, &#8220;I doubt this is anything really interesting&#8230;&#8221; And I said, &#8220;But it&#8217;s a rock with character!&#8221; He was pleased.<\/p>\n<p>Suddenly I noticed that all around us were rocks with character. I picked up several of them and put them in my bag, knowing full well how heavy they&#8217;d feel as I hiked back up the hill to the mine entrance. Laden with buckets and bags of characterful rocks, we trudged back to the car.<\/p>\n<p>When we got back to the cottage, I got out of the car and noticed a pretty rock on the ground. Surely it had a lot of character! And there was another and another. The whole darned state must have been covered in rocks with character.<\/p>\n<p>And then one day after we returned to Rhode Island, I was walking through the local woodlands, and what did I see? Why, it was a rock with character! And there was another and another. There were rocks with character everywhere!<\/p>\n<p>The moral of this story is (take your pick) . . .<\/p>\n<p>A. Everything is more interesting when you&#8217;re in a new place.<\/p>\n<p>B. We take for granted the beauty in our everyday surroundings.<\/p>\n<p>C. Rocks, as a general rule, have a lot of character.<\/p>\n<p>D. Something else that seems obvious to you but which has escaped me and you are free to mention it in the comments.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Last year we vacationed in New Hampshire. There weren&#8217;t a heck of a lot of obvious destination activities in that area of the country. 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