Spring is getting a cold and blustery welcome in northern New England. Something struck me in looking at the weather map this morning--does the bad weather stop at the Canadian border? Why does the map indicate that they are having clear weather while I'm getting 4-8 inches of ice and blowing snow?
As our fierce and snowy winter gives way to Spring, Tom and his little dog Atticus are continuing their quest for mountain peaks. Often Tom's posts will choke me up, but yesterday about half way through a wonderful post about their hike across the Presidentials, I was stopped short by a sentence and kept re-reading it until I could go on and then I re-read each subsequent sentence a few times and was smiling through my tears by the end of the vignette. I don't want to spoil it by giving any details, but the part of his very interesting trip report that I am referring to occurs at the Lake of the Clouds Hut.
We all live our particular lives the way we do for reasons that are unique to us. What a gift it is, when some one shares their story.