The hostels are full, except the one I'm staying in, which is totally empty except for me. It has a bare-bulb chic. The first floor is a breakfast joint where "the locals" (two old men) hang out. The Polish owner brought me my food and placed a bottle of ketchup beside it.
Here is ketchup. To drown the taste.
White Mountains are next. Some of us are duly nervous.
OH YEAH. MAHOOSUC NOTCH?
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