“Come on, Dad! Mom! Let’s go!” That was likely me on one of the summer trips we would take up into northern New Hampshire, deep in the White Mountains, when I was a child. We would visit neat places like The Flume Gorge and hike up the backside of Cathedral Ledge. My parents were simply too slow, and they had me on a proverbial tether, forcing my brothers and me to go … [Read more...]