Here in the Northeast we are still digging out from the mountains of snow that were dumped on us over the past couple of weeks. Boston has seen record snowfall in the three storms in three weeks, topping 60 inches of snow. Our roof is caked with ice, water is steadily dripping onto (miraculously only) one room and we can barely back out of our driveway. The streets are impassible, with snowbanks towering 7-8 feet high.
But I’m not complaining. I can’t complain. I love New England. I’ll take the change in seasons over the perpetual summer of (say) Florida any day. I’ll take the cold and nasty winter for the proximity to the city of Boston, the New England coast, the White Mountains, Acadia National Park, and everything in between.
This weather will pass. Spring is around the corner (I can see it as I peek around that seven foot high snowbank). And in a few months I’ll be complaining about a brief summer heatwave. But I’ll know that a couple of months from then I’ll be taking in the colors of a crisp and colorful fall foliage season.
Anyway, here is another shot from my January trip to the White Mountains — another epic Alpenglow sunset over Lafayette Mountain.
Gotta love winter in New England!