Friday’s storm dropped 12 inches of fluffy dry powder on Boston. Today another 6 inches of granular flakes fell throughout the afternoon. Everyone groaned about the inconvenience of it all during the apex of the Holiday season, but when we see snow, we think: XC Ski!
It was a relief to be able to ski locally at the Middlesex Fells reservation, a 10-minute drive from our home, as opposed to driving to New Hampshire and spending an entire day skiing ourselves into muscular oblivion in order to justify the trip time. We could just dig out our skis, dig out our driveway, and drive to the Fells to spend 2-3 hours puttering around the miles of woodsy trails that weave through the large scenic reservoirs. For free!
Anyone who professes to hate the snow has obviously not spent any time in a snow-filled forest. You may hate the icy roads and sidewalks, the slushy sludge piles, the inconvenience of a mid-day storm, but you cannot hate a pine tree with snow clinging to its branches or the peacefulness of snowflakes falling onto a frozen lake. We went skiing on both Saturday and Sunday, and probably saw 50 other people on skis and snowshoes, and every single one of them had a crazy happy grin on their face because skiing through a forest while the snow is falling is one of the best feelings in the world.
