Here’s the field of battle for a snack stop at Stinchfield today.
6 of us hammered the hills out there for a few hours. We ran into other people we knew a few times and our little gang grew and then shrunk as folks peeled off. Plenty of rest stops and safety checks.
You can tell a ski outing by its snack stop.
(I notice that the Hostess Apple Pie has already been eaten.)
You really gotta get far enough out on a trail very week or so in the winter so that apple juice tastes like heaven. …And chocolate, cheese, crackers, sausage. Smoked fish if you have it.
Dave’s fresh-baked pasties were also heaven-sent. As was the Pinot. And the Reposado.
