Last month, the director of my group invited our small team to his cabin for a mini Oktoberfest, hiking, plus hunting. We drove 3.5 hours outside of Boston to a serene part of northern New Hampshire, where he owns a few hundred acres of land. It felt wonderful to get away from the hustle and bustle of the city for a weekend.
I wore this outfit for indoor social activities, and packed green jeans and old sneakers for the wilderness. Layers are necessary for staying comfortable in fluctuating weather, and also to shield sensitive skin from itchy sweaters. As long as my vital organs are warm and toasty, my legs can tolerate being bare up until late fall.
The host went all out and ordered massive amounts of food from GermanDeli.com...the sausages hot off the grill, tangy sauerkraut, plus sweet and hot specialty mustards were delicious together.
Liverwurst, cold cuts, and cheese also from that website. It was my first time trying liverwurst, and personally found it to be quite tasty - especially when spread on a warm pretzel roll.
I engaged briefly in shooting practice, but lacked skill and stomach for the real thing. Instead, we ended up going on a 2 hour hike out of the host's backyard...it sounded leisurely, thus none of the guests were prepared for the steep terrain, untamed trail, and crater-sized moose tracks. About 5 minutes in, I decided to stop expending energy on pretending like I wasn't completely winded. I have newfound respect for those who hike such trails for fun!
Stein mugs that each hold 3+ beers, brought back from many trips to the real Oktoberfest in Germany.
Beer unfortunately makes me bloated, so I opted for a chalice of wine.
I was impressed by the kitchen prowess demonstrated by all the men on the trip. The host "prepped" his game birds then trussed them with bacon, while others baked pies from scratch and grilled up a mountain of veggies.
Who can resist buttered, grilled corn? Not Nick.
Fresh pies and hot apple cider to accompany Scattergories and Taboo after dinner. I caught the host seasoning our cider with cinnamon sticks and a generous pour of something.
The next morning, I woke to the aroma of another boss whipping up blueberry crepes. Not one to be wasteful, I dug out grilled asparagus, mushrooms, and cheese leftover from dinner, for a savory crepe filling that the cook is now hooked on.
Left: Wild boar sausage patties from a previous hunting trip. They were interesting. Right: Leftover pie just as good the next morning.
Readers - Thank you for reading these posts from my weekend getaways. In my opinion, fall is the most beautiful time in New England...I only wish I took more photos of the scenery (was probably too delirious while hiking) to share!