Mike and Lee at the base of the Imp trail in the White Mountains.

The trailhead: 4.1 miles to the view.

The start of the trail to the Imp.

After some uphill, it was time to take off the extra clothes.

A toad!

Lee trudging along up the consistent grade.

A junction after 3.1 miles of uphill hiking.

I was sweating. A lot.

A nice little stream near the trail.

View from the Imp. That is Mount Washington in the center.

A view of more of the Presidentials. October is peak foliage season.

Looking down from the outlook.

Lee and Mike looking for a good spot.

It was very windy.

A good place for lunch.

Mike found a better place for lunch.

Lee relaxing at the Imp.

Me looking confused and being blown around by the wind.

Me again, at the Imp.

And me yet again, striking some sort of pose.

Lee getting blown around.

The foliage directly below our lunch spot.

Lee tossed his banana peel, but the wind blew it about 200 yards in the opposite direction.

On the way down, some trees that you'd expect to see in the spring.

Taking a break on the way down from the Imp.

We looked around for a good (and legal) camping spot near the Imp trail. Mike decided to rake off a spot for a tent.

Lee poking around his end of the campsite.

Mike demonstrating how to climb a tree.

My tent.

Relaxing at a nearby stream. Mike played with rocks.

I cooked soup for dinner. Even with all that water, it was too strong.

Later we made a fire, since we were cold and a little bored.

Lee blew on the fire, producing this interesting photographic result.

Remains of the next morning's breakfast. We couldn't finish the beef stick.

Lee ready for the day's adventures.

Me, chilly but feeling well enough for a self-portrait.

Mike brushing his teeth in the stream.

The trailhead at Mount Washington. It was a popular trail.

Lee enjoying some water after some initial ascent.

Mike plodding upward. That is not the summit up there. Not even close.