I needed some inspiration amidst a sedentary time, and found this shot from a trip to the White Mountains in 2010. We’d come from Montreal to visit my mother in New Hampshire. This was a great moderate hike except for my sister ripping her achilles tendon on the way down when she wrenched her ankle on the rocky trail. Yep. There was some hobbling, some leaning on each other, and perhaps a few choice words. (She has since run a marathon). Osceola had views into the heart of the Whites up north. I hope I get back there some day to hit the Presidential Range.