The White Mountains in New Hampshire weren’t white.

They were green. Very green.

Vermont must have beaten them to the punch.

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We decided to visit the White Mountains, as we weren’t able to get a campsite in Lake Placid for a few days.

(Although next year we will be back! We loved it.)

We arrived with plenty of time to drive into Littleton to grab a bite for dinner, and were extremely fortunate in our restaurant choice.

For me, sangria.

We shared an appetizer (not quite as good as our hometown favorite, but tasty nonetheless):

Some type of curry with tofu (also delicious):

And dessert!! Mango with sticky rice. Soooo good!

Bellies full, we explored a bit before heading back to our campsite. Reed was somewhat familiar with the area as he had skied in the White Mountains BM. (Before Marriage)

We were driving along…

and found this little gem right along the road. We didn’t even have to work for it!

The only real plans we had, were to drive the auto road to the top of Mount Washington. Reed was excited and up for the challenge. So that’s where we headed the next morning.

After seeing this sign, I was not excited. Not at all.

I didn’t take any pictures on the way up (8 miles to the top)…too busy holding on for dear life. Seriously. I can’t remember the last time I was so scared.

At the top, there was a weather station (the temperature was 18 degrees and the wind was blowing at 70 mph, with 85 mph gusts) and a visitor’s center. On the wall of the visitor’s center there was a list of people who died on the mountain. I was somewhat relieved to see no fatalities were due to vehicles falling off the side.

Talk about windblown hair…

I was a little more relaxed on the way down, so video is available:

On the way down, we noticed we didn’t meet any vehicles heading up. Turns out the road was closed due to weather conditions at the top. Go figure.

That afternoon we continued to play tourist at Franconia Notch State Park. For a mere $16 a piece, we were able to take in the following views along a 2 mile walking path:

(It took a lot of effort for me to take pictures without a bunch of people in them.)

Then next day we packed up, and headed to Lake Placid.

We made a pit stop in Waterbury, Vermont at The Ben and Jerry Factory. We set our expectations low, and were pleasantly surprised. I highly recommend the tour!

And no visit would be complete without a trip to the ice cream graveyard.

Lots of solar!

I was more than a little anxious to get going…Lake Placid meant I would soon be seeing Logan (our middle child) and his girlfriend Sarah!