After a few hours of drunken sleep, I woke up to a nice hangover. After eating breakfast, we headed over to the mountain. For those of you who don't know, Mount Washington, at 6,288 feet, Mount Washington claims the title of the Northeast's highest peak. One thing that it is famous for is the number of deaths which have occurred on the mountain. It was an imposing site as we looked up at what lie ahead of us.
So we finished packing our gear by adding beer to the backpacks and not a single bottle of water(major, major mistake). Oh, we didn't actually have a map or a firm understanding of the trail. The leader of our group told us that he already knew the trail and we could just follow it up the mountain ( mistake #?, I'm losing count) . Now, we were smart enough to have good boots and several layers of clothes. It's about the only thing that we did right that day.