Category Archives: Finding My Happy

Little things that make all the BS in life just disappear.

A Trip Away

This past weekend I packed my teenage daughters in the truck and headed north, the need to get far away from home was impossible to ignore. It is just barely getting warmer here in western Massachusetts, so there is not much in the way of green on the trees or flowers blooming. But that’s okay… the warmer air and bright sunshine was inviting.

We drove north into Vermont with the intention of going to The Vermont Country Store. Once we crossed the state line, we stopped at the Vermont Welcome Center and saw an advertisement for Billings Farm in Woodstock, Vermont. One thing in particular stood out to us….

They. Were. Having. A. Baby. Farm. Animal. Celebration.

Excuse me for a moment while my head explodes. OHEMGEE BABY ANIMALS.

We totally HAD to go. I mean, really. Who goes allllll the way to Vermont and then doesn’t stop for baby animal celebrations??!! Not me, that’s for sure. So, we went.

And it was precisely what my broken heart desperately needed.

Note: I am trying desperately to teach myself to use a camera, without any training or guidance yet. Any constructive criticism is greatly appreciated. I have zero idea what I am doing. With that said….

On to the babies!!!!

Freakin squee, dude.

WPC: Favorite Place

This weeks Photo Challenge over at The Daily Post is “Favorite Place”. Share an image of your happy place, a secret spot you love, or a faraway location you return to again and again.

My submission is Weekapaug Point in Westerly, Rhode Island. As a child, my family would spend a great deal of time in the Mystic CT area, and often we would cross over into Rhode Island to visit Misquamicut State Beach. If you drive east a little way down Atlantic Avenue past the state beach, you come to Spray Rock Road, where there is a small parking area on the side. You can park your car and climb down a short path and venture out onto a quiet rock beach. This is my happy place.

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Sitting on the rocks, watching the tide and hearing the continuous crash of the waves against the shore centers me. It allows me to forget nearly everything else in the world, even for just a little while. It doesn’t matter what the weather is like (although I do prefer it to be warm), there is always something that soothes the soul at this location.

 

 

 

 

I love this place so much that I shared it with my fiance, in the hopes that he too would find it as magical and healing as I do. He went there several times with me, and once on his own, and he confessed that being there did him a world of good. He loved the rock beach… so much so that we went one evening late at night and sat on this very rock, and he asked me to be in his life permanently. This rock beach is now more than just my happy place. It holds memories of so much more.

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It also helps that this place is full of birds, so there is at least one in nearly every photo I take there. On the way out of the area, there is an amazing field with really awesome rock walls. I have a thing for rock walls and I don’t know why. I just think about how much effort it took to put them there. Someone took the time and put in the hard work to make it happen… and it endures. They fascinate me.

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Weekapaug Point in Rhode Island is absolutely my favorite place.
I hope you see the beauty in it, too.

WPC: Story

This weeks Photo Challenge from The Daily Post is “Story”. The challenge is to be a visual storyteller with your photos. I absolutely love the theme this week, and hope to put up a few submissions. This is the first…

October 8, 2018 – group day trip up into Vermont for some leaf peeping and to let my daughter try out her brand new Nikon D3400. We traveled a lot of back roads on the way to our ultimate destination – The Ben & Jerry’s Factory up in Waterbury, Vermont. It was a lovely day despite the clouds. The trees were gorgeous, covering the mountains in reds and yellows.


We ended up on this weird gravel road somewhere out near Plymouth – on some random off-shoot from Route 100.  A “short cut” according to the GPS. I’ll admit, I started to get a little nervous because this was very much the backwoods of Vermont now, and I was expecting the car to suddenly break down and for there to be banjo music playing in the distance and we all get kidnapped and hog tied and an assortment of other terrible things. My irrational  fears start to get the better of me, so I decide to look out the passenger side window and there is an animal parade happening in a field next to the road. A FREAKIN’ ANIMAL PARADE. 

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Here’s the creepy banjo road.

And here is the TOTALLY AMAZING and completely random, naturally occurring PARADE OF WICKED AWESOME ANIMALS!!! Cows! Sheeps! I can’t even!

Anyone who knows me, can vouch for my total loss of control when I get around animals. Dogs. Cats. Bunnies. Cows. Pretty much every animal, it doesn’t matter. I am fascinated by them. To look out the car window and see this group of farm animals just marching along through the woods instantly made my brain melt. I took about a hundred photos (most of which were blurry because I was squealing too much) and I sooooo didn’t want to leave. This… this right here was MY Ben & Jerry’s. I no longer needed ice cream. My life was now officially complete. Day = made.

The cherry on top? We went to drive away and there was a group of FREAKIN TURKEYS crossing the road in front of us.

BEST. PARADE. EVER.