Nor'Easter Alert!

Put those shorts back in the closet.

Get ready to hear some serious whining from the golfers in your life, as the greens won't be regulation ready for another few weeks.  There's one big storm on the way this Friday, which has the potential to leave over a foot of snow from the Berkshires through the White Mountains, with more to follow next week!

-Trip Report- North Twin III: Third Time Is the Charm (March 2011)

Finally.

The music from my phone alarm pierced the morning air at 5:30am.  I had carefully prepared myself the night before for my "morning-self" and was armed with reasons that I wanted- no, needed to heed the call.  But there he was in my head at 5:30 telling me that I just wanted more sleep:  that today would be a good day to sit on the couch and watch some basketball; that I wouldn't be letting anyone down by not going.  He had a good point.  I mustered as much consciousness as I could gather and concentrated on a single thought:  It'll be worth it.

-Trip Report- North Twin II: Nubble Stubble Boogaloo (March 2011)

Skiing Through the Nubble Stubble

Failure can breed success.  It can also breed more failure.  My second attempt at the North Twin slide met a familiar end, but provided more invaluable lessons.

Winer Storm Wha.....?

It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas.  (In March)

Don't adjust your television sets.  That's right you read that correctly.  It's March 20th and a WINTER STORM WARNING is in effect for northern New England. Old man winter is not dead and is instead headed your way tomorrow bringing close to a foot of white gold to the North Country.

Be sure to get the latest updates from our detailed weather page here, and check with the guys at Ski the East to find out which ski resorts got the most snow love.

40 Days and 40 Nights. Without Poo.

People. I have seen the light. I can attest to the holiness of the convenience store camping diet. I was there at the right hand of Andy when NoreasterBC discovered that gummy bears and tuna mac weren't just for lonely bachelors any more. I was there when instant coffee and a box full of sugar packets became something more sacred than Starbucks, MacBook and The New Yorker on a Sunday morning. I was there when beef jerky and whisky became the new goodnight snack and glass of apple juice from Grandma.

What you're wondering now though is how on earth anyone could eat so much S@IT without blowing a gasket 10 miles into the back country and 20 miles from the nearest square of Charmin (and that creepy guy in the bottom of the New Hampshire outhouse). It's as simple as high school chemistry people.

Convenience Store Commissary

One minute and twenty four seconds.  That’s the record.  If you run, know where everything is, have nobody in front of you, and pay with an easy-pay device, you may be able to beat it.  I challenge you to beat it.

I'm talking about the amount of time needed to grab all of the essential winter camping supplies from your local convenience store.