In Search of Snow

My sister, citizen of the world that she is, spied a low fare on Virgin America (really more discotheque than airline) and jetted out for MLK weekend. Being both natives of Wisconsin and currently residing in wimpy winter states, we decided to find ourselves some SNOW.


We headed up to the Mt. Monadnock area of New Hampshire, and I'll grant you there was snow. But (as you read this, imagine me at my most whiny) it was old, and kind of stale, and dirty, and crunchy. You know that kind of snow? We were good sports about it, though, I think. That's Rachel atop Kidder Mountain, with the super technical gear she uses when doing winter hiking. Aka a pink nylon bag.

We consoled ourselves with the very sweet little 1800 bed and breakfast we stayed at, the Birchwood Inn, which was also a great deal: $89/night, with a huge English breakfast included! And the innkeepers were only slightly passive aggressive about our 1 a.m. arrival. I would definitely recommend this place if you are in the area. The whole region is a series of Revolutionary War-era villages that seem not to have changed much: a cluster of homes around the town green, an inn, a tavern, a general store, a church, and the post office. It was neat to just poke around. We had dinner at the Hancock Inn, which had really excellent tomato soup topped with pastry, and a neat old bar:

And then we woke up Monday morning, and our little cheesehead dreams had come true: it had snowed!