One great way is to snowshoe up to the top of black mountain near Jackson, NH and spend a couple of days and nights hanging in and around a cabin:
More pictures of the trip can be found here. We had a great time. The hike was a bit on the short side at around 1.3 miles, but given that we had way too much weight in our packs this was a good thing. The weather was perfect, getting into the high teens at night and hovering in the 30s during the day. Each night it snowed, giving us a beautiful new winter wonderland each morning when we woke up. I got to meet a bunch of Susan’s friends along with her sister, drank too much wine, and had a ball with the dogs frolicking in the snow. It’s a tradition with Susan’s family so chances are I’ll be back again next year, this time equipped with a sled to haul the 22 pounds of wine up the mountain.
Holy crap. Snow. Looks like [a fun] something from a former life. I can barely relate.
Looks like a good time. I have to confess though, at this point, I am so damn sick of snow. I want winter to exit stage left pronto! Enough already.
I still have around 6-8 inches of snow on the lawn.
What is that black thing on your(?) hand? Blood blister or burn?
What is Susan’s dogs name? She looks like Stan’s sister.
Snow is more fun than you remember, Kirsten
That said, I have none left on my lawn, so there, Drew.
The thing on my hand is a nasty blood blister I got using my coffee maker. Biggest one I’ve ever had.
Susan’s dog’s name is Nori. She’s petite compared to Stan, very slender and elegant in her movements.