Let me just set the scene for you, last weekend, here in New Hampshire:
Run for your lives!
Race to your local supermarket!!
Ignore the traffic lights!!!
Double-park in the fire lanes!!!!
Tackle anyone, in your way, to get that last loaf of bread…gallon of water…carton of milk! Yes, even that little old lady with the walker, for…
The Snowpocalypse is upon us!!!
That’s right, knock yourselves out. Panic when it snows. Pack your pantries (thank goodness for auto-correct, as I accidentally wrote “panties” there) with groceries, aplenty. On second thought, pack your PANTIES with groceries, aplenty, too! What, the hell, do I care?
For, I was here…
This is Mount Washington. It is the highest mountain (6,288 ft.), east of the Mississippi River, and it knows weather. Real weather. You’re afraid that a normal little winter snowstorm (yes, they ARE normal, contrary to what your local ratings-hungry weatherman wants you to believe) might make you miss second breakfast? Or not manage that 8 glasses of water per day, to keep you properly hydrated? Or force you over-caffeinated, coffee-addicted zombies to live without a little splash of milk in your coffee?
Hey, wait a minute, this could affect me?
*loses trail of thought, scampers off to kitchen to make sure we have milk and then resumes typing*
What was I saying?
Ah yes! For 76 years, Mount Washington held the record for the highest wind gust, directly measured at the Earth’s surface. That’s 231 mph (372 km/h), recorded on the afternoon of April 12, 1934. We’re talking ANYWHERE on the Earth here, folks. Yes, even Everest. And that was in April. Mount Washington is no sissy.
So what do I do when there’s a snowstorm coming? What every self-respecting, hyperactive, redheaded, day-tripper does! I load up on coffee, gas up the car, grab my camera and head three hours north, via The Kancamagus Highway, to The White Mountains National Forest and, ultimately Mount Washington. Why?
A) Because, like all mountains, it’s there…duh. And it’s a stunning drive. I mean, look…what storm?
B) Because I ADORE passing the The North Conway Depot and Railroad Yard in North Conway, New Hampshire.
C) Because of May Kelly’s Cottage. We’ll stop in at May’s later on in this post and, BOY, will you thank me for it!
For now, enjoy some photos I took on the drive up, pre-snowmageddon (notice the approaching storm-of-death clouds, as these photos progress):
By now, the wind had begun to pick up, temperatures had plummeted and we limited the photo-ops, in an effort to reach Mt. Washington before the storm. Or sunset. Or we froze to death. Whichever came first. We managed to beat the storm and arrive at the base of the mountain just as the sun started to dip behind it. How lucky is that?
Gorgeous, right? But really REALLY cold! Hubby & I hopped in our car, as the snow flurries started. It would be a long trip back. Wherever could we find warmth, charm, hospitality, amazing food, cold Guinness and the best Celtic music before our journey home? Why our favorite Irish pub & restaurant, of course! May Kelly’s Cottage!
If you stop in on a Friday night, you could even get to see our very favorite duo Four Feet, Two Shoes! (By the way, if you watch the linked YouTube video from last St. Patty’s Day, you can catch a glimpse of us at the 30 second mark ;P) They’re amazingly talented and entertaining!
After a few of the black & tan, with full tummy’s and warm hearts, we headed home.
It was a long, slow, tedious ride.
And, man, was it worth it.
(And, man, was it snowing.)