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Way "up nawth" in northern NH, where the snowdrifts are big enough to have their own zip codes, life on the farm comes with equal parts work, wonder, and comic relief. I’m Sandy Davis—farmer, storyteller, and frequent victim of livestock with too much personality. Here’s where I share the true (and mostly true) tales of everyday life on American Way Farm—the moments that inspired my book Between the Fenceposts.

Friday, March 13, 2009

Hot Pole Dancer in the Great North Woods!

Hey, just because I live up here in the mountains—far from what most folks would call “civilization”—doesn’t mean we don’t have our own brand of entertainment. Sure, I may have to drive an hour and a half just to reach the nearest Wal-Mart or traffic light, but who needs bright lights and city nightlife when nature puts on shows like this?

Take this video, for instance. Picture it: a big ol’ bear standing up on his hind legs, shimmying and twisting against a tree like he’s auditioning for Dancing with the Stars: Wilderness Edition. Forget the nightclub—this guy’s found his groove right there in the forest. And honestly, he’s got moves! I’m talking full-on shoulder rolls, hip action, and that blissful “ahhhh” face of pure satisfaction that only comes from hitting that perfect itchy spot you just can’t reach.

Now, technically, this video was filmed in Glacier National Park, and the star performer is a grizzly. But let’s not get hung up on details. Around here, it could happen. We’ve got plenty of black bears who’d love a good scratching post, and who’s to say one of them hasn’t been practicing a little pole routine of his own? The trees certainly seem polished enough from all the bear traffic.

There’s something oddly relatable about it, too. Haven’t we all had that moment when an itch strikes right in the middle of our back and we’d give anything for a handy tree trunk? I swear, if I didn’t have neighbors who might report me, I’d probably give it a try myself.

So while the city folks are paying for front-row seats at comedy clubs or concerts, we mountain dwellers just have to step outside. Mother Nature provides the best shows—and the cover charge is free.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to keep an eye on the tree line. You never know when the next performance might start.


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5 comments:

Melanie said...

Too funny!

Country Girl said...

Oh, too funny!

I used to live really far from everything and even though I'm on my own little hill here, surburbia is so very close that we can hear the ice cream man in the development nearby. And the WalMart is only a five minute drive.

**sigh**

Thanks for stopping by my blog earlier this week!

Captain's Wife - Jennifer said...

That is sooo funny! :)

Andrea said...

What a hoot! Brightened my day for certain.

Lisa said...

Hi Sandy,
I am originally from MA but hubby here is from Bedford. I moved to Derry about 7 years ago and then we moved to Bedford. Hubby and I purchased some land in the Wentworth area and we are slowly but surely building our dream home which will be self sufficient. :)
I can be emailed at ladeefire at comcast dot net. :)