On the way home from Maine, we crossed back into New Hampshire and drove to the top of Mount Washington, the tallest mountain in the state and the place where the highest winds on Earth have ever been recorded. The drive, on a road designed for horse drawn wagons, was one of the most terrifying experiences of my life. Kyle’s constant reminders about the nail in our front left tire nearly earned him a one way ticket down the mountain. We did pause for a nice little climb near the top. It was my first real test of my knee and I am pleased to report that it held up very well.