Well, after more then a year of trying, I finally got my dad to try Mount Washington in winter with me. It was a spectacular day - 50 ish degrees at the base. We set off, enjoying the sunshine, passing group after group, til we got to where the Lion's Head trail start climbing rather steeply. It was great, but my dad's legs are sixty years old, and the section took its toll. We finally got above tree line and into the clouds that almost invariably cloak the upper reaches. I felt like I'd just stepped out of the car, but my dad was toast and wanted to turn back while he still could. Besides, I didn't have crampons, and the trail had turned to ice. So, after a final longing look in the direction of the summit, back we went to Pinkham. 5000 feet or so, which is our winter altitude record, but it sure hurt to turn back on such a great day. Oh well...
Our companion, sitting at the highest point we reached.
A look off, part way up Lion's Head.
Lion's Head (I think) from near Hermit Lake.
Finally, a look back at The Mountain on our way home. Note the crystal clear skies and balmy weather that arrived AFTER we'd reached the parking lot.
Sure was a shame to waste such a great day and chance to summit, but dad was completely tuckered out. No sense pushing too hard, I guess. Still got some neat views.