It’s March 31st, the start of spring, but up here in the White Mountains of New Hampshire, there’s still snow on the ground . . . just less of it.
The lakes are thawing, the trees are only dusted in snow, and I can see green in the mountains again. The biggest difference now, is that I can actually feel the warmth of the sun. The days are in the 30’s and the snow is melting, so I’m hoping that the cold has finally broken for good.
I’ve lived here in the north woods since 2011, but it’s my first full winter here, so I decided to take advantage of living so close to the slopes. Hitting the slopes is one thing I haven’t done here until this winter. I used to be a snowboarder, but it’s been about 15 years since I’ve even thought about it. Honestly, ever since I’ve gotten into racing I’ve tried to avoid inherently “dangerous” activities. Now when I snowboard, I wear enough protective gear to resemble RoboCop, and I love it.
I’m one of those people who wishes for big snowstorms, and on the days when snow is coming down hard and everyone has a “snow day”, I’m in my truck heading to the slopes with my snowboard. I admit, I’m a bit spoiled because I hate crowds, and days without powder, but when the town is covered in snow, you know where I am.
It’s been an awesome winter for snowboarding, but I’m at the point where I just want it to get warm again so I can run outside in my slippers and dresses and pretend I’m in Hawaii. One full winter here is just enough to push me out west where the warm weather is calling my name. We’ll see . . . I do love the summer and fall here . . . now I just have to get through another “mud season” first.