Route Climbed: Beaver Brook Trail Date Climbed: August 31, 1997
This was my second trip to the Whites. I hiked up with Rob, Robyn, and Diana. Diana insisted we carry up a jar of pickles for her that initially got some strange stares but were good for our pita lunch once we got to the top. The weather was great, the summit was crowded, and we saw a few gliders flying around overhead. A bit windy on top so windbreakers were useful.
"So I was sitting in my cubicle today, and I realized, ever since I started working, every single day of my life has been worse than the day before it. So that means that every single day that you see me, that's on the worst day of my life."
--Peter Gibbons (Office Space)