The spry and lightfooted Mrs. Pax Arcana and I took a little trip to the mountains of New Hampshire this weekend for a little car camping, smores, and — as luck would have it — a long hike through whipping winds, black ice and early autumn snowfall atop a sharp ridgeline.
The picture above is no bullshit. That’s what we saw at the peak of Mount Lafayette, after the 3.5 mile hike to the top. A scant 5 more miles of hiking through the unseasonable squall and it was fucking Miller Time, baby.
Then I went to bed at 9:30.