It rained a lot in New Hampshire, and when I skied, the snow was icy and hard, and the mountains were small.

All the time we were there, you could see that dead squirrel right out in plain sight. Whenever anyone mentions New Hampshire, that squirrel is always what I think of. I bet I’ve thought about that squirrel a million times.

I'm a kid from New Hampshire who's pretty normal.

Fishing the small streams of New Hampshire is a pastime that combines hiking, map reading, and bushwhacking - plenty of it.

The blast that swept him came off New Hampshire snow-fields and ice-hung forests. It seemed to have traversed interminable leagues of frozen silence, filling them with the same cold roar and sharpening its edge against the same bitter black-and-white landscape.

("The Triumph Of The Night")

People in New Hampshire know that I'll talk thoughtfully, substantively about any issue.