The dearth of posts in the past few days may lead some readers to wonder if I’m alive. Indeed, I am. I’m alive and thriving in autumn’s benevolence. Today I climbed to the summit of Mount Washington, the highest mountain peak in the Northeast. It was a piece of cake… or, rather, a piece of coal, since I sat upon the amazing Mount Washington Cog Railroad (opened in 1869, the world’s first mountain-climbing cog railroad) as it chugged and spewed on a journey to the top that left me covered in soot rather than sweat.
For sure, I felt lazy for taking a train rather than climbing by foot, but humans were created to function best with periodic lulls in between insane bursts of activity. So I submitted to relaxing in the railroad carriage, marveling at nature and at man’s ingenuity, to build something as bat-shit nuts as a cog railroad up the side of Mount Washington.
