Excuse the poorly-stitched-together panoramic photo, but it's the best I'm capable of. I've been a lonely man this last week since coming home from Utah. Angie stayed out west to spend a little more time with family. It was kind of nice at first to have a little alone time, but it's getting old pretty fast. I've got another week before Angie comes home and I wish it could be sooner. I took a beautiful hike Saturday morning to the summit of Cannon Mountain. It was an amazing vista that greeted me there. This marks my seventh of the 48 four thousand-footers of New Hampshire. The cloud-covered peaks across the valley in the photo were my third and fourth.
