Crocker Pond House
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My dad had already earned the sticker proclaiming "This car climbed Mt. Washington" on a previous trip, but he wanted to get back to the top to share the experience with Tuukka the puppy, and myself.
Tuukka had a feeling this was going to be an exciting trip and barked enthusiastically at the booth attendant at the base of the mountain road.
Once the pleasantries were exchanged we were off and up the mountain, traveling on a road that at times could ...
... speaking province. All the road signs are in French (no English) and looked nothing like the road signs we've become familiar with in France.
The further we drove the heavier the snow was getting and the outside temperature is now 28 degrees Fahrenheit, enough for the water on the highway to freeze and that was a bit worrying.
By the time we were on the outskirts of Quebec the snow is starting to get much heavier and visibility a few hundred metres.
Next stop ...
... and people are getting the beach towels out. She laughed in our faces when we asked her if she was too cold and preferred to move somewhere warmer like Florida.
She has been living in the Northeast for her entire life, interestingly enough in West Hartford, Conn., which is the next town over from where I grew up. Kelly's niece Beth flew from California to New York and drove the two of them to Maine.
Kelly is a bit of a rebel. On Wednesday, she ...
... in the single digits for the beginning part of the morning. From there, we spent the morning bombing down the long blue runs before we hit what is in my opinion the best glade at Sunday River.
Blind Ambition starts out with steep moguls with trees added into the mix. Once you make it down about a quarter of a mile this glade opens up to untouched powder, open terrain and the occasional cliff drop ...
What a glorious day to not be taking the T into work. No offense Boston, but Bethel, Maine knows what's up.
I opened our balcony door with a hot cup of coffee in hand and took a breath of that cold, fresh Maine air. It smelled like chimney smoke and opportunity. There was a dusting of snow on the ground from the night before, fresh powder waiting for new tracks.
We ate breakfast to the sounds of Vivaldi and Chopin (could have ...