We were in New Hampshire once. We were vacationing in Vermont when we decided to drive over to see Mt. Washington, which, as you know, is the highest peak in the northeast U.S. not visited by politicians running for President.
The weather is so erratic at the top that a photo op is more likely to be a fog op. Unfortunately there will be enough verbal fog throughout the state before next week's presidential primary.
But back to Mt. Washington. The weather was clear when we arrived in the morning and boarded the cog railway. You can drive to the top but getting back down is a real challenge. Some people walk to the top but you have to dress for all four seasons to survive.
The railway is fun. It is so steep that if you try to stand in the aisle you have to lean forward at a 45-degree angle. On this ride you can't tilt to the right or the left. It's perfect for a centrist.
It's also very slow, three hours round trip on the steam engine train which is really the only way to go. This engine runs once a day at 8:30 a.m. It gives you an opportunity to take in the beautiful scenery while it's still visible.
On our trip the view started to disappear slowly about halfway up. By the time we got to the top it was pouring freezing rain and you could barely see the gift shop. After some browsing and hot coffee we headed back. And sure enough, it was dry down below.
So that's how I remember New Hampshire: quiet at the bottom, full of sound and fury at the top.
Sound familiar?
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