I should have known better than to get my hopes up.
As readers are well aware, I am one of those rare people who love winter and just canât get enough of it. Oh sure, I hear you saying, this is just another indication that the Naturalist needs to be on medication, but if thatâs true, then itâs always been true. I delight in the cold, the ice, the increased hours of dark, and, especially, the snow, which is my playground. I still love to sled, and, this winter, my cross-country skis and snowshoes have gotten plenty of use. That said, the combination of melting and mist has turned the snowpack into a solid landscape of white concrete, which is not particularly conducive for the kinds of things I like to do. To be sure, the hiker can walk right on top of the frozen surface, but I was hoping for a bit more âmannaâ from the meteorological heavens before I called it a season.