And So the Story(land) Goes...

If the end of August landed the Mothers Goose in uncharted waters (more on that later), the beginning of the month found us in familiar territory. Far north up the Granite State lies a land that caters to the whims and fantasies of the 48" and under set. It is a land of ill-mannered kids loosely parented by obese adults in tank tops. Yes it is Storyland, where the Mothers Goose and our trusted travel companions the Troutmans go to feel good about their aging appearances and parenting skills. Seriously, in that environment we are all glamorous rock stars with Super Nanny-esque talents. I AM SO JUDGEY! Somehow I managed not to dislocate my arm casting aspersions and had fun anyway... see? All kidding aside, our children really do love spending the weekend with friends and running themselves ragged. Luckily, we make them do all the work... we just tag along to document the fun. Once the last drop of mirth was squeezed out of Storyland, we trucked on over the famed Kangamangas Highway (which our girls deemed at turns "sooo beautiful" and "booorrrring") to one of New England's most storied tourist traps: Clark's Trading Post. We saw trained bears do tricks, got vertigo in a crooked house and stood outside in the rain... and still, we had fun. Oh, speaking of bears... did I mention we saw a real life wild bear during our apres-Storyland cocktails from our porch? Yep, it's true. I'd ask Kelby to share his picture with you, but turns out you can't take a picture of a black bear in the dark.