There was a lot of rain recently and the trail up was like walking across stepping stones in a brook. The sun was shining and the water was all sparkle-y.
New Hampshire isn't called the Granite State for nothing. The entire top of the mountain is granite. Here is my son - making great progress just like a little moutain goat. Mountain climbing is in his blood - his grandfather (my DH's Dad) loved climbing mountains. He died many years ago in Nepal - he got strep throat on a climb and by the time they reached Katmandu it had gone to his kidneys and he died.
We dressed in layers. Started in jackets and peeled them off as we went along. As soon as we reached the top - on went all the winter jackets/hats/mittens. It was really cold and windy up there! The boys had fun squishing down behind various rocks looking for the perfect wind-break. It was a good lesson because I explained that even in the summer time you shouldn't climb a mountain without warm clothes in your pack, no matter how warm it is when you start out.
Down at the parking area there are picnic tables. Isn't this a lovely picnic spot? We ate our lunch at the summit though.
This is a photo of my sister's back yard.
New Hampshire sure is beautiful!