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Stowe, Vermont is a quaint little village nestled between the Green and Worcester Mountains and home to the state’s highest point- Mt. Mansfield at 4,393 ft. We drove straight from the base of Mt. Washington to Stowe and it rained on us the entire way. Although Mansfield is a relatively short hike of 4.71 mi […]
Read MoreMountains are like baseball games- there are obscure stats surrounding them for pretty much anything you could imagine: Highest peak west of the Pyrenees and east of the Rockies. Highest point north of the 43rd parallel and below tree line. Highest granitic summit north of the equator and south of Tulsa. But New Hampshire’s Mount Washington […]
Read MoreAlthough only a state park, Maine’s Baxter has as many, if not more, regulations as a national park. In fact, there’s an ongoing debate to turn it into one, though it’s heavily opposed by many Mainers, and Greg and I agree with them. We love our national parks for the scenery, but they are overwhelmingly […]
Read MoreNational parks in the east are few and far between compared to the west, yet Acadia is within a day’s drive of 25% of the nation’s population. Isn’t that insane? Insanely busy. Acadia National Park was established in 1919 and encompasses only 46,000 acres, yet manages to host over two million visitors each year, mostly […]
Read MoreYes, there’s even a high point in Rhode Island. Our summit day for Massachusetts’ Mt. Greylock at 3,491 ft. was a cold, rainy, dreary one. I’m not always a fair weather hiker, but being in the van makes getting wet a rather displeasurable affair. Yes, I’m just sure ‘displeasurable’ is a word. I knew better than […]
Read MoreSome high points are terribly exciting and some are sitting in the middle of a neighborhood at a T in the road, like Delaware’s Ebright Azimuth at 442 ft. Delaware’s high point seemed harder and definitely more exhausting to get to than Montana’s thanks to all the nutso east coast traffic. We left Charlottesville, Virginia […]
Read MoreCin-cin-nati. Now you never have to misspell it again. We had to hightail it from Illinois to Cincinnati to make the 7:05 Reds game at Great American Ballpark, which we are wont to do because we like to drive about 55 mph and despise interstate. “Nothing on interstate but interstate.” But, sacrifices must be made […]
Read MoreMy sweet Gregory. Sweet, kind, funny, happy, positive, lovable, loving, cuddly Gregory. Gregory loves most things, but Gregory loves baseball above all else. Except hopefully me and our families, but I’ve never asked him. I quietly suffer his mlb.TV obsession and make faces behind his back when he watches his Kindle for hours a day […]
Read MoreI’d like to introduce you to the third member of the Warcken family- our 2002 Ford Windstar. Her previous owners named her Wendy and we didn’t want to try and teach an old dog new tricks, but mostly we refer to her as THE VAN. We bought her from Greg’s buddy who, along with his […]
Read MoreThe whole purpose of our European road trip was to go see where Greg’s twin great uncles, Henry and William (Hank and Bill) were buried in France. Good ol’ farm boys from North Dakota (the best kind of boys), they were both Technicians Fifth Class in the US Army, 56th Engineer Battalion, 11th Armored Division. […]
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