Franklin and Annie and The Panther

While Drs J and T are in Cape May for the week, we are caring for Annie the goat who needs a little extra TLC—some milking, an injection every day, and some special love from The Husband. Annie has her own husband by her side at all times, Franklin the rescued donkey. He can't do the TLC part, so we are helping out.

The shortest route to Franklin and Annie's house is up Panther Mountain Road. It is a seasonal gravel road winding up and down a not so big mountain. Panther Mountain is across the road from us, behind the horse farm, on the other side of the lake.

When we first moved up here we heard rumors that it was named for a panther that escaped from a circus train. As regular travelers up the mountain this week, we found the real story, or at least the settled upon real story: it was named after a Native American man who lived on the hill and called himself The Panther. Even the sign calls this a hill, not a mountain, but by South Jersey standards, it's pretty darn big.