When Marissa and I first discovered that we were pregnant, after we had received the prerequisite congratulations–though I did have one colleague question whether or not congratulations were in order: “Maybe it was an accident,” she said. “You really don’t know if congratulations are ever appropriate.”–we got the usual lectures, which tend to steer down one of two paths.
The most incredible thing to ever happen to my infant in her first ten weeks of life, besides that whole birth thing, was her massage at the Omni’s Mount Washington Resort spa. My wife, Marissa, and I had massages scheduled for early on a Saturday morning. The hotel was also providing us with a babysitting service.
“I don’t know how I feel about this,” Marissa said, as the prospect of leaving our child for the first time in the hands of a stranger was starting to become real and frightening. Continue reading
It had been my first surf trip up the coast from New York. Maine was our end destination. Matt was my companion. We were looking to find waves. After taking more than fifteen detours off the highway and winding down roads that ostensibly led to surf, we found ourselves confronted with the waveless shores of Rhode Island, a perplexingly flat Cape Cod, and the pancake seas of Kennebunkport. That first night, we pitched our tent, Swiss-army-knifed open a can of baked beans, and wondered how many tanks of gas we would burn through before finding a wave in New England. Continue reading
When you only have a limited time for vacation, why spend the majority of it driving to your activity of choice? The White Mountains of New Hampshire are a winter junky’s paradise, but there are certain hotels situated at the foot of adventure. Here are the best hotels in the White Mountains for skiers, snowboarders, and cross-country riders. (Plus two bonus accommodations for the less nimble: historians and beer drinkers.) Continue reading
Just below the evergreens that grow at the peaks of New Hampshire’s White Mountains, the world below looks like a sepia-toned photograph: bare black deciduous trees, slopes blanketed in white, tanned cottages and resorts, gray puffs from the hidden fireplaces at work, and off-white granite. That’s the scene in winter in this section of the state and skiing or snowboarding the White Mountains is the best way to take it all in. There are eight ski ares in the White Mountains. I had the opportunity to ride two: Loon and Cannon. Continue reading