The secretly weetest season for hiking is here, so it's time to whip out this backlogged draft I had from being at the Conway White Mountains Hostel back in March.
A good place to stay in this region is especially helpful considering the area, which in my observation usually offers only two types of lodgings:
(1) Overcommercialized, overindustrialized, and overcrowded (during the ski season) mega-resorts whose dubious luxury is eclipsed anyway by tourists and their junior asshole kids.
(2) The odd old bed and breakfast or fancy historical hotel charging an arm and a leg for an atmosphere that can be found for free by visiting your nearest senior center or antique store.
The fact that Conway White Mountains Hostel is neither of these things is enough to put it on any hiker's map, and then you have the rates (http://www.whitemountainshostel.com/id2.html), which only fluctuate slightly according to season. It comes down to $20 and change after taxes for a bunk in a room full of your hiking buddies or overly positive and ultimately loud European backpackers.
It's a fair enough deal, especially considering the mountain-appropriate cleanliness of this converted New England farmhouse of the colonial persuasion, which doesn't allow shoes past the foyer. In other words, it won't be like the hostels in London, where you're afraid you'll find someone shooting up or having fornicating on the stairwell. It'll be more approaching the vibe of hostels in Switzerland or the Sierras, where you can burrow under blankets and breathe in the crispy air all day and all through the night.
That said, the way to get the most out of this place is to snag a PRIVATE ROOM with a queen bed for somewhere between the $60s or $70s, which is no more expensive than the going rate for scuzzy motel chains. The group rooms are $23 plus tax, but why stay with strangers if you don't have to, right?
The gravel parking lot is small, and sometimes, an asshole will park at a ridiculous angle, having been too impatient to think of anyone else before doing whatever it is he wanted to please. For situations like this, a nasty note on the windshield is the best way to go, because the staff can't help it if they can't find the loser and bring him to task.
What the staff (basically a wonderful young married couple that became new owners of the place) will do is lead you to your room and drag in a whole new clean queen sized pillowtop mattress if someone's having back pain and needs an EXTRA firm situation. They'll also let you use their just-refurbished bathroom that no one else can use, and you won't care that there isn't soap or shampoo because you'll have brought your own and just be happy to have a de facto private bathroom with hot water raining down from the showerhead upon your aching body after a 12 hour hike.
Little tube TV has light cable, not that you'll be paying attention since you're hunkering over takeout KFC before passing the F out.
As with most outdoorsy situations, mornings are best here, choosing from one of the motley mugs in the long, bright, stocked kitchen and filling it up with the house coffee. A bittersweet moment before saying goodbye and driving back down South, while the newbies fill up the common areas, unfurling their maps and plotting their mountain adventures for the coming day. read more