America Walks to Dunkin

There must be something about cold and snowy conditions that draws my friends and me into hungry expeditions through the elements. Just two days after the jaunt to Taco Bell, I found myself marching to Dunkin Donuts with a small group of comrades. It was 5am and zero degrees Fahrenheit.

Brian and I look over our box.

Included in the group were gentlemen from Delaware, Oregon, Minnesota, New York and Missouri. Despite the bitterly cold morning, we all manned up, made the trip, devoured some doughnuts, and never uttered a single complaint. It was, after all, the best morning of Interterm!
 

This box provided Dash with all three of his meals that day.

 

 

Props to our winter gear for making the event as pleasant as it was.

Out of Dunkin and on to Everest.

On a non doughnut-related note, it should be pointed out that Dash and I have both gotten lost on back-to-back days on the same country road – Southeast Street. Yesterday, Dash’s morning walk turned into a disorienting five-and-a-half hour trek through multiple towns. This morning, one missed turn off of Southeast doubled the length of my run. It did, however, introduce me to a beautiful part of western Massachusetts that was satisfyingly far-removed from the stuffy atmosphere of a college campus. Check it out, but don’t be its next victim.