Now, to be sure, our mountains don't look like that. For instance - you'd need about 100 cases of marshmallow fluff just to get the hint of an idea of how it looks up here at this time of year. And there ought to be a few bears, some moose, a coyote and some coydogs, and a few other furry creatures hanging around. Getting into your trash. Trying to start a family with your car. Living on the mountain taught us many things. Some are listed below. It is wise to be obsessively methodical when planning a trip to the store (ANY kind of store). With the nearest year-round store over 13 miles away, it's best not to forget anything. Children must be taught at the earliest age what is and is not a safe thing to do. The nearest hospital is about 17 miles away. It doesn't really matter what kind of shape your body is in. There's perfectly private sunbathing out back, and you can hear a car coming a mile away. When family comes to visit, it is NOT wise to: �a. have your washing separated �into piles all over the house; �regardless of the fact that the �pipes to the washing machine �are frozen. �b. have supper defrosting under �the wood stove because it's �warmer in the refrigerator than �in the kitchen. �c. Knowing your mother enjoys �antiques, it CERTAINLY not �acceptable to have the wood �ashes in a white enamel chamber �pot cooling off in the middle �of the driveway. �d. It's probably best, as well, �not to get TOO descriptive when �you�tell her the sugar shack �was used to house animals and �she says "What's in there?"� �e. sending your four year old �and your 70 year old chronic �lunger mother out across the �field to view the farm pond 1/4 �mile away is not a�good idea �unless there's a respirator �handy. �f. almost no traffic except for �the neighbors. Brings to mind �the thought: I'm live in my own little world. But that's OK - they know me there. � �