Run To The Hills...

Alternate title: Hey, old Iron Maiden tunes seemed less trite than a beer jingle, okay?

As I mentioned in previous posts, as part of last week's vacation we drove up Mount Washington, the highest peak in the northeastern United States. This was the first time up Mount Washington for my wife and kids, and my third trip up the mountain. This is the first time I've been the driver, though. Interestingly enough, I rode up the mountain in the back of a van for both previous outings.

Here's the view from the ground (click all pictures for full size):

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Just... Wow.

This is about halfway up, taking a rest to let the truck cool down (looking at the Mt. Washington Auto Road website I see that, technically, we shouldn't have been allowed to go up at all given the wheelbase of my truck. Oopsie):



And, most spectacular of all, the view from the top:



Even better than the view, though, was hearing my son tell his friends at the campground that he had lunch "on the top of the mountain"! Just too cool...