After I picked up my dad, we headed back east on Memorial Drive. We must have missed the President by a minute or two because the crowds of students along the Charles were dissipating as we passed.
We drove up I-93 to New Hampshire. I'd picked the Welch-Dickey Loop because I'd heard good things. It was on the southern side of White Mountains, was only about 2 hours away from Boston, and could be completed in three hours, just before sun fall.
I can't believe I've waited five years to take this hike, but I'm glad I did so with my dad. It was flipping spectacular.
There's Dickey and Welch, the two granite peaks we'd just climbed, on possibly the most pleasant hiking day of the year.
Quite simply, it was a fantastic day.