Golfers in the Upper Valley never need much of an excuse to spend time on the greens. The slightest hint of warm weather brings them out in droves in early spring, and they stay out there driving, chipping, and putting until their fingers freeze in late October or early November.
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.
Emerging from a long winter hibernation can be disorienting. You hole up so long inside the house you nearly forget what the rest of the world beyond your doorstep has to offer. What are these things called sunshine and warmth? Where should I go? What should I do?
This is hard to believe, but not everyone who lives in the White Mountains loves to ski or snowboard. Some of us, in fact, don’t like it at all. When winter sets in, we hibernate for months, reading books and binge-watching our shows.
Not that there’s anything wrong with spending your entire winter sitting as close to the fire as you can, reading books, or binge-watching your favorite shows. But if, at some point this winter, you decide you would like to take a different tack to surviving this longest of New England seasons, you’re in luck.
Are you celebrating a recent snowfall? Glad that there is still some winter left vs. hoping for spring to come early? The opportunity to enjoy world class skiing remains an important draw in the Upper Valley, for people who have lived here their whole lives to newcomers adjusting to their first New England winter.
Do you ever count the many blessings that have come your way and think that you would like to give back to your community in some meaningful way? Do you entertain the idea of serving as a volunteer somewhere, but you’re just not sure where?
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.