Snow day! I woke up this morning and looked out the beroom window to discover that we didn’t get much additional snowfall overnight, but the temperatures plummeted into the teens and the blowing and drifting commenced as the wind picked up. There will be 35 mph gusts. So, technically it’s a zero-day for me today because we’re in the middle of the storm. Things have momentarily settled down but we’re to get another four to seven inches on top of the seven we’re already got. I may venture out in it for a bit by foot today because I love snowy woods.
I was writing back and forth with my writer friend Hank this morning and posted a snippet from Robert Frost’s “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening,” and that turned my mind to everything I love about the subject.
“I love hiking on pristine paths with nothing but crisscrossing critter tracks disturbing the perfect whiteness. I love the smell of snow and wet bark, the silence, occasional pops of color on an otherwise black and white palette. A cardinal. A fox. Bright stones in a creek. I feel most alive in moments like that.”
Yesterday was Groundhog Day, and we watched the movie starring Bill Murray, sang Karaoke to “I Got You, Babe” by Sonny and Cher, and made groundhogs out of Nutter Butter cookies and chocolate pudding cups for dessert. All in all it was a good day. It was fun because we were getting a blizzard just like they got in the movie. I haven’t seen Ned Ryerson anywhere up and down my street, though. When I woke up this morning, it was a new day and not a repeat of yesterday, so I must be doing something right.
During an interlude yesterday afternoon, I repackaged my backpacking meals to save room in my pack. Next, I have to decide which ones are going in the pack and which ones are going in my “bounce box” four days up the trail. A bounce box is a durable box you mail or ship ahead of you on the trail so you don’t have to carry the weight of the items it contains. Maybe there’s a spiritual lesson somewhere in there. I don’t know yet, let me give it a think.