In the spirit of finishing the ski season with an encore, we adopted a very "free form" approach to April and head out on a Friday night to New Hampshire.
Sir Edenbach greets us in typical fashion...sans ski boots...
Somewhere between 2am and 3am, we stumble into a fine hotel in New Hampshire and have dinner...
The next morning, John realizes he's never made a waffle and makes a mockery of this "do it yourself" pantry.
Road Java, why not? This coffee tasted like shit.
Bassett was pleased to pack a boot, only regretting to find there was truly only one boot in his trunk.
This looks like Tuckerman's parking lot
Bassett and John's hiking boots - not kidding.
Sort of a disaster already
See what I mean?
Hak is amped
Equipment failure - john realizes half of the equipment he is bringing is useless
Ryan joins us and the power 4-some sets out...
Bassett puts the beer gut into full gear
Nature is present here
Sheds if you want to get gamey up here
John is intrigued, Bassett is enchanted by the vibe and this random dude in green sports a rather amusing shirt.
This was the downhill ski race to the infamous annual "Inferno Race". Kayaking and running were the other two parts.
Some fun obstacles up high to huck
John begins to do some soul searching
Not powder skis. We may be in trouble.
Edenbach then notices some nonsense among the crowd...
Are you kidding?
Bassett in 50 years
Um...we didn't bring those...not a good sign.
Ryan enjoys the vibe
2 things we notice: females and beers are abundant here at higher altitudes...