Prospect Hill

I was at home in NH out in the outback with my parents and I realized suddenly that the southwest corner of the property was the base of a mountain (called Prospect Hill) that I had never climbed before. We walked up it, starting out in a pine forest on an overcast day, and got up to an open cabin, I think. Further up, it became a partly sunny afternoon and the road took curves and had some flat areas (this part of the route had commonalities with past dream scenes), and we kept walking through the middle of farmyards with nice views. Apparently the whole mountain pretty much had been owned by one party previously who didn’t allow trespassing, which is why I’d never seen it, but now the farms were OK to be walked through (like in Switzerland). It was pretty cool.

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