Deer hunting near Granby and jumped something large in a stand of brush. Couldn't really see the body but the forelegs were visible and white and I thought to myself... "What's a horse doing way out here in the middle of nowhere?" What busted out of the brush was an adult cow moose. I was shocked as all moose I'd seen before had tan leggings. Seemed so unusual that it became a regular to recite when exchanging hunting tales. Fast-forward a few years and I'm watching a documentary on Alaskan moose and every single one they filmed had white leggings...

Thank... Goodness!

Ever feeling like your peaks were named by Debbie Downer? Can always slip across the Connecticut River and visit Mt Misery in Northumberland NH... (Always wondered about the history behind evocative names like that).