There’s always that point in an Upper Valley winter when you are gripped with a dreadful possibility—spring will never come! There’s just too much snow, too much cold, too much ice, for spring to ever find its way home. The crocuses and daffodils don’t stand a chance.
Winter in New England is a long haul, lasting all the way from early November into late March or early April, with the occasional May snowstorm thrown in for good measure.
Winter snuck up on us this year, bringing snow and school delays a whole week before Thanksgiving. We barely had time to change the tires on our vehicles and remember where we had stowed hats and gloves last spring before the cold white stuff was demanding our attention.
If the Upper Valley has one thing, it’s artistic talent. If there’s a rural community somewhere in the United States that features more creative talent in the arts and crafts per square foot or per capita than we do, we’d like to see it.
The natural world is so much a part of our lives in the Upper Valley, it’s easy to take for granted the countless opportunities we have for enjoying activities in the great outdoors.
Bring up the subject of snowmobiles in a group of people in New Hampshire, and you’re sure to hear two divergent opinions. Someone will talk about the thrill of getting out on the trails in the winter or will marvel at the wild parts of the State that snowmobiles have allowed them to experience in whole new ways. Someone else will curse them as a noisy scourge.
Do you sometimes forget why you love the Upper Valley? It happens. All it takes is getting stuck in traffic on Route 12-A in downtown West Lebanon.