With bellies full of lobster, we hit the road west bound towards New Hampshire. I would like to point out when I say bellies full of lobster, I mean I ingested more lobster in Maine in a week than I have in the past 27 years! Ya' gotta do each state right and I think we took full advantage of the cuisine, history, micro-brews, natural wonders and small town love that Maine had to offer. And we did the same in New Hampshire.
After a 6.5 hour drive to Merrimack, NH, we were welcomed by one of my best guy friends and his wife with a smoked rib feast--good thing he got that smoker as a wedding gift a week ago, after two years of marriage :) Tip of the hat to you pit master, there wasn't a spot of meat left on the bones!
The next day we geared up to climb a mountain " in the area" my friend suggested. It wasn't until minutes before our departure, we were informed by his wife that we had to drive three hours (there and back) to get to the mountain. Then climb the treeless mountain for three hours on a day the car thermostat was indicating 100 degrees. Needless to say, that plan was nixed. Anhouser-Busch brewery tour it was! 30 minute tour of the brewery + two free beers = awesome.
After that--trivia night--where our great wisdom won us promotional flip flops. And of course, just when I though I'd lay off the burgers for once, I had one of the best burgers ever at a local tavern. Shut the front door! Perfectly cooked medium-rare, Kobe beef, cheese, on a buttered bun and $9!
To work off all those calories, we drove to the Presidential Mountain range, set up camp at Dolly Copp in White Mountain National Forest, and climbed the highest mountain on the East Coast (Mt. Washington) at 6,288ft. It was truly the hardest things I've ever physically endured--seven hours of scaling boulders, in the blazing sun, then in crazy winds, then in black fierce clouds, then back in the blazing sun while wasps and bees were buzzing all around.
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