It was 2002 when I first laid eyes on the White Mountains of New Hampshire. My family and I were on a road trip to this beautiful state that we had never set foot into.
This was the beginning of my fascination and enthusiasm for hiking mountains. I was never much of an outdoors person to begin with. You see, when you tend to be allergic to everything and experience everything from hay fever to hives and rashes — you don’t really think of the outdoors as your best friend.
Nonetheless, after stepping foot on to the top of Mt. Washington by car — I said to myself that one day, I would return to hike the white mountains. That day would not arrive until 2007 when I finally had saved up enough money (dirt poor after so much school) and recruited a couple of friends to go on this one week road trip.
On the way to New Hampshire, we passed through Vermont. During our long drive we just had to stop to take photographs along the way. The blue blue skies, lush green lands, and the small pastures and farms were a beautiful and tranquil sight for this relatively clueless city kid at the time.