It’s hard to know where to begin really, so let’s start with an assumption. This is America, not the Himalayas or Antarctica, so when you hear that Mt Washington is home to “the world’s worst weather”, you roll your eyes at the hyperbole of it all. This is New Hampshire, a cosy state, quilted with deciduous trees and a soft, welcoming blanket of snow. It’s late March, winter has almost blown itself out, and you can nearly smell the apple pies on the windowsills of the prim, twee clapboard towns you drive through as you make your way north from Boston.
Pictures: Justin Leighton
This was originally published in the August 2014 issue of Top Gear magazine