With temperatures soaring into the sixties after breakfast, the trekkers continued their northern climb through exotic Peru, Mexico and even the land of lumbering giants a/k/a Rumford.
Pressing northward still, our Fathers skirted the shores of Lakes Rangely and Mosslookmeguntic, savoring rustic roadways and the ever-present taste of Maine’s state bird before turning southward down Route 16 into New Hampshire’ Great North Woods. The three amigos lunched on elk burgers and onion rings in Errol and followed the fly fishermen dotted along the headwaters of the Androscoggin southward toward Pinkham Notch and, after a brief encounter with seven foot doe moose, a side trek up (and back down, of course) Mt. Washington.
For the record, there was still plenty of snow, ice and precipitous dirt roads atop Mount Wash which your Fathers navigated expertly and with only slightly elevated blood pressure.
Ice cream sundaes in North Conway and another dash southward brought the trio home sun & wind burned 13 1/2 hours and 481 miles later to long, hot showers and new schemes for Laconia next weekend.
Dude, if you aint cruisn’, you’re losin’.