A barren, white pine stands in stark contrast to the surrounding whitewashed forest, along the shoreline of an Adirondack Pond.
Winter storms onto the earthly stage in a full on, frontal attack with a natural carpet that unfurls across the barren earth. It is a hard and cruel season, despite its surprisingly soft underbelly.
Fortunately, the current storm continues to deliver a deep, sweet utilitarian cover of fresh powdery snow. I far prefer to have a useful mess of the white stuff rather than a simple short, squat cosmetic dusting.
We deserve a useful snow, one that supports all sorts of snow sports. Snow is the lifeblood of the regional economy, as it fires the furnace of tourism.
I’ll gladly pay my penance with a shovel in my hand, but right now, I want to ski, and ride, and glide for this is the season, and I have many good reasons to have it on my side.
Joe Hackett is a guide and sportsman residing in Ray Brook. Contact him at firstname.lastname@example.org.