Last week I went backpacking for three days / two nights with my brother-in-law, Casey, in the White Mountains of NH. These are the mountains I grew up hiking in and it was great to get a chance to see them again before heading over to Europe. We had a full-value White Mountain experience: hard rain, driving wind, piercing blue skies, bright sunshine, clammy fog, trails full of boulders & roots & downed trees left at just the right height to poke out your eye, beautiful alpine meadows & vistas, and barely anyone else on most of the trail. Unfortunately my phone battery died after the first night so I don’t have many pics & will instead have to rely on the descriptive power of my words instead ;).
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