A Little June Rattlesnake

June 18, 2009

A Little June Rattlesnake

Saturday afternoon at 1pm I head over to TD's and pick up him, Meg, Sarah and Dave. Eric Menz is following in his beautifully restored custom Hyundai along with Isaac, DeMuth and Menz's dog Bailey. Everyone's together. We're packed. Time to head out to 93N and New Hampshire.

It was a stunningly beautiful day. The kind where you want to go ninety on the highway just to keep the windows down and let the warm air hit you. You have to yell at each other to talk because the wind blowing over the cranked up Boston summer music is too f#%&ing loud. But the forecast says a storm is coming and we're in a hurry.

We stop off at Hannaford's for a brief shopping spree, pick up some water, wraps, peppers, onions, beer, mansushi, a battery-powered light-up Frisbee and other misc crap. Maybe do some brief packing. It's time to head to the mountain.

We arrive with the forecasted storm still strangely holding back. The usual final parking lot stuff-and-stow happens. Bailey gets in a few games of fetch in Squam's finger. We have eight people and it takes a little while to get ready. Eventually we're off up Butterworth Trail to the summit.

We arrive up top among swarms of mosquitoes. Who promptly get annihilated via napalm-flamethrower-strength Deep Woods "Off". Tents are pitched. One is freakishly lime. Another is a tent version of The Breakers. After much deliberation and engineering and triangulation and protractors and plumblines and survey work three of us manage to also get the big blue tarp up over the main site.

We build a fireplace. The men collect wood. Isaac talks about all the cool wood he could collect if he (A) had a bunch of wood-collecting equipment we don't have, and (B) would just get off his ass and collect wood.

And then it's Beer & Ledge Time.

Later on and a few crushed beers later we head back to let Erin dominate cutting and preparing some sausage wraps, and it unsurprisingly ends up being a rather late night of the usual woodland shenanigans.

Good times, all.

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