The weather behaved a bit atypically on Thanksgiving Day. We enjoyed mid-sixties, albeit with quite a bit of wind – downright balmy by Up North standards. By the end of the day, though, things were cooling off, and the sky was dropping flakes by 9am Friday – about four hours earlier than predicted. Mom and Dad took a break in da U.P. from our renovation while the tile sets, and ended up in a blinding snow for their troubles. They’re back now, and Mom has taken over my kitchen, not following the soup recipe she has pulled up, but making dinner, so I am not complaining one bit.
This morning we woke to several inches of snow, and danced around the house like children who’ve just earned a reprieve from school. We lunched in Bellaire, and then spent a few moments on Torch Lake. Little balls of lake effect snow pelted me in the face as I was photographing; regardless, Torch’s electric blue is magical against the pristine snow.
On our way back home, we stopped by the Seven Bridges Natural Area and were rewarded with unspoiled trails. The thick carpet of snow absorbed all sounds save the trickling river and the swish-crunch of our steps. After about fifteen minutes, a couple of other hikers joined us, just as enthralled as we are with the first outpouring of winter. We agreed: one can never have too many sunsets or snow-coated pines. Season’s Greetings, and may your days be snowy and bright!