in my pocket
There is a mountain in southern New Hampshire, not far over the Massachusetts line, just west of Jaffrey. I’ve climbed it dozens of times. With roommates, college kids, bosses, group home cadets, alone, a bunch with my son Cameron.
Someone this morning challenged me to take Mt. Monadnock out of my dungarees pocket.
Long ago Jackie DeShannon sang, “Lord, we don’t need another mountain.” The Beatles sang, “All you need is love.” Still, I sure can use Mt. Monadnock today.
Oh – I should tell you: parking in the small pine-needle, forest lot off Route 124, walking up the rather steep road which once led to a hotel, off that clearing is a path through the woods in the direction of Boston, and the path ends far above a spacious meadow, so luscious and beautiful as it rolls east. I’d go there sometimes, on some of those climbs. I suppose, I’m guessing, if I can go there today, I’ll likely find a treasure in my pocket.