Well, we finally got some substantial snow, again. I have ached to go snowshoeing. After the snow at the beginning of this year, we had some cold days, but there was not enough additional snowfall. My knee has bothered me off and on, especially after the Women's March, and snowshoeing is an activity that for whatever reason (high knee stepping? soft landing?) that doesn't make them more sore.
In four days we got about 5", first; and then a few days later we got about 30-38", depending on where you were. It was GORGEOUS. These lovely pics (above and below) were from the day after the storm.
These, below, were right in the heart of it:
Here's what it looked like at the tail end of it:
My husband was able to plow about four neighbors out, as well. One was trapped inside her house, post knee surgery. Her house faces north, where all the wind came from, and the snow in and around her yard and driveway was easily three feet or deeper. As we finished up, she opened her door to thank us, "I was actually getting claustrophobic!" Kind of scary, right?
The next few days provided wonderful snowshoeing. See for yourself.
I loved this late-afternoon shoe along the Stillwater River. It was so quiet, so serene.
There was a soft sunset the next day that I captured from my office parking lot.
Unfortunately, the weather turned warm quickly after this storm. I managed to get out for one last shoe before the warmth set in and reduced the snow to a mere few inches and ice. I did manage to get a pic of the pines in the University of Maine forest.
The very next day, we had fog and warm air and the maple sugar season had begun.