Our first measurable snowfall here in Vermont was on Thanksgiving Day. It began in the morning, just as we were starting our three hour drive to Spencer, Massachusetts, for Thanksgiving dinner and an overnight stay at John's brother's house.
I learned long ago that John will drive in just about any conditions (in the midst of the Blizzard of 1978, while the rest of the state was shut down, he and his buddies took to the highways to head north for skiing). I also learned that, in the interest of marital preservation, I'm better off keeping my mouth shut and my head down, focusing on reading in the car to keep from repeatedly slamming my foot on that imaginary brake pedal at my feet.
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I-91 South in Vermont on Thanksgiving morning: note that we're in the passing lane, as we were for most of the trip |
Ironically, the snow turned to rain just as we crossed the state line into Massachusetts; it was as if the state had put up an invisible barrier.
We returned home the next day to 6 inches of the white stuff on the ground - a good start to the winter season! The following morning gave us a beautiful progression of sunrise photographs, taken about 15 minutes apart.
Smaller snowfalls over the next few weeks made for some peaceful morning hiking and snowshoeing - a perfect calming way to start the day during an otherwise busy time of year.
And so, I leave you with some pictures from those morning treks...
Unfortunately, the warm rainy weather of the last few days has set us back, and the countryside this morning (December 31) looks a lot like Mud Season.....
