From June 23 to the 27, your favorite undercover cashier went on vacation to New Hampshire with her family. While I was on vacation, I also worked remotely. This seemed to bother everyone except me.

Any time I mentioned doing work, my mom got a sad look on her face. My coworkers all apologized every time I talked to them or asked why I was working during my vacation. People in the community kept thanking me for contacting them while I was away.

However, I never planned to not work during this vacation, and it worked out really well for me.

Working remotely did not stop me from participating in any family events, or from enjoying myself at all.

I woke up each morning, grabbed some breakfast and spent a few hours doing work. Then, I did a family activity, and then I worked for a few hours until dinner. It was only two days of this, Thursday and Friday. (OK, I also spent some time on Saturday doing work as well.)

The point is, I like my work. I kept up on what was happening in the office. I helped teach some of my coworkers tricks I had learned for the new website system.

I did not come back to the office after a lovely vacation and have a million emails to catch up on or a hundred assignments to do. I was not behind on work when I returned on Monday.

Frequently you hear people talk about a vacation, and then say they need “a vacation from the vacation.”  This is because they did not keep up with their emails or assignments while they were away!

Here are some things I managed to do while still working remotely during from New Hampshire:

I went swimming in the Saco River with my family. My sister and brother-in-law and I went in the water while my mother and my 5-year-old nephew identified rocks. I had a nice chat with my sister. The water was cold but amazing. The view was phenomenal, and I found some river rocks to give to my friends.

I visited waterfalls with my family in the White Mountain National Forest. These views were also spectacular. The mountains of New Hampshire are truly gorgeous. This trip involved a couple nice short walks (because of the 5-year-old) followed by beautiful waterfalls. My nephew loves waterfalls. We even visited a spot called Cliff Jump, which did indeed look like a great place to jump from. We did not try it out.

I went to Cathedral Ledge Distillery with my mom. This distillery has only been open for seven months. They make organic spirits, including a variety of flavored vodkas, gin, and some “new-make whiskey.” Their barrel-aged whiskey is not ready yet.

I tried the flavored vodkas, and was delighted by the fig and the horseradish. I was expecting the horseradish vodka to be overpowering and disgusting, but I found it to be a nice subtle flavor that would make for some amazing Bloody Marys.

I purchased a bottle of the fig vodka, which I surprisingly enjoyed more than the blueberry (usually my favorite). I think it will pair really well with a cold ginger beer.

I went out for lunch with everyone at a cute little spot called the Muddy Moose. I got a Muddy Moose half rack of ribs, which were actually pork, and a Moose Slide, which was a chocolate shake. The ribs came in a house barbecue sauce made with blackberries! I asked, but sadly they do not sell it by the bottle.

Another spot we visited was the Willey House in Crawford Notch State Park. This is a breathtaking scenic spot with a morbid history. It is named after the Willey family, who lived in the house across from the pond in the 1800s and perished in a major landslide.

The surrounding mountains are so steep that you feel dizzy when viewing it. It is easy to understand why people continue to be drawn here despite the tragic history.

I even made dinner on my appointed night. We stayed in a condo, complete with kitchen, fridge, etc. I brought my electric pressure cooker, and whipped up some lazy lasagna. This is the perfect meal to make for a large family, as a half batch fed everyone with plenty of leftovers.

Of course, as with most vacations, the best part was returning home. While the mountain views were lovely, I always miss the ocean when I leave the coast. Rivers are beautiful, but nothing beats that vast view and the salty air for me.

Any time I leave, I am always reminded how lucky we are to live in our little coastal space.

And obviously nothing beats coming home to my cats and sleeping in my own bed.

Christine Simmonds at the White Mountain National Forest, N.H., June 25