Gorham, NH

Dad and I headed back up to the Town & Country, just the two of us, the first weekend of March.  No one else was available to go and we saw that the trail conditions were good to great, so we hooked the Triton to Dad's Tundra and headed north right after work on Friday.  We grabbed dinner at Mr. Pizza, Gorham's finest restaurant - no, really - and then headed to the hotel to check in get some shut eye.  We were wildly disappointed to find that room 180, the last room available for the weekend, was in the "old" building at T&C, a section we had never stayed in before.  Our disappointment was due to the fact that it was severely dated and incredibly small - there are people with larger closets than this room.  But we made the best of it, mainly by spending the majority of our non-snowmobiling time at the bar.  We awoke to 2-3" of fresh snow on Saturday morning.  After breakfast we got the sleds off the trailer, got suited up, and hit the trails.  The riding was fantastic.  We zipped right up corridor 19 to Berlin, but got there too early for any businesses to be open.  With trails this good, we decided to head south again and make our way down to Fabyan's Station in Bretton Woods, a favorite eating establishment of ours for the better part of the past two decades.  We got there right around noon, so lunch it was.  Dad got his staple Caesar salad with grilled chicken and I also went with my own old faithful, their smoked pulled pork sandwich.  Wash that down with a draught Long Trail Ale and you won't find a better lunch anywhere.  After lunch we headed south towards Twin Mountain, our old stomping ground in the late-90's.  The trails were starting to deteriorate from a combination of 35* air and hundreds of sleds on the trail, so we turned around after six or seven miles.  We cruised around some smaller ancillary trails in the mountains separating Twin Mountain from Bretton Woods, and found ourselves back at Fabyan's an hour or so later.  It was time for one more Long Trail.  We headed back towards Gorham around 3pm, knowing we would stop for gas at Lowe's in Randolph on the way and get back to the hotel some time around 5pm.  We threw the sleds right on the trailer when we got back, knowing we wouldn't be doing any Sunday riding, and then showered up before dinner.  An even 100 miles of riding will make you very thirsty and very hungry, so we strolled down to the dining room for dinner.  Another few beers in the adjacent bar, and we were ready for bed.  We woke up Sunday and grabbed breakfast before packing up the room and hitting the road.  As always, we hit the L.L. Bean outlet store in Concord, NH on our way home and were pulling into Dad's driveway just in time for dinner on Sunday night.  It was another great weekend of riding in the books, made better by the fact that it was just Dad and I.  It was the first time in over 20 years that it was just us, and it was great.