Where in the White Mountains was this photo taken?
Clue: perhaps James jumped off it with Martini in hand
I was lucky. Years ago, a job opened up for me in New Hampshire’s White Mountains. Now I couldn’t live anyplace else. Each morning I look up to see if Mt. Washington will be joining us today – it often can’t, being in the clouds some 60% of the time. But I know it’s there as is the rest of the Presidential Range, and their being there lends a feeling of security to the whole area we call Mt. Washington Valley.