Last week I got a chance to catch up with a legend of the game, Carl Swenson. While I was in Bethel we met for a bike ride over Hurricane Mt. Leaving Bethel we biked up and down Evans Notch to Fryburg, huffed and puffed over Hurricane Mt., up and over Pinkham Notch, and then back to Bethel on the north side of the Androscoggin. Over a hundred mile ride in total. It was hands down the most humid day of the summer, one of those days where the water drops hang in the air. It was so humid in fact that we had to stop in Gorham for a slice of pie at the Mt. Washington coffee shop. These days Carl is getting ready to start work as a public defender in southern NH.

Carl lubing his chain before our ride. The Chapman Inn is in the background, I stayed there all last week with BethAnn. The owner makes a mean breakfast, and it is haunted. Read about the ghosts at their website:
http://www.chapmaninn.com/spirits.htm

After 100 miles a guy needs a hamburger.

And a nap while catching up on NCIS.
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