Peak-bagging in the White Mountains

Living alone can be wonderful, empowering, freeing, fun. It can also suck. Like, for example, when you’ve just done something fairly epic and you have no one who is forced, by virtue of his/her being trapped in the same space as you, to listen to you retell the story, adding the occasional “wow” or “uhContinue reading “Peak-bagging in the White Mountains”