We are experiencing deep winter here in New Hampshire. Last year snow was often a no show, but there is more than enough now (with more on the way). Peter has had a banner year skiing, and I’ve been out on snowshoes a few times.
Packed snow is difficult for Buddy, with his bad hips. It’s too bad, because he loves it so, but limps terribly after a prolonged frolic in the white stuff. And I hate to go out without him, as he stares mournfully out the window at me. So, Buddy and I have been getting back into the habit of walking; with the plowed street being our only accessible venue.
It is easy to skip exercising when the temperature dips (try a walk when it is zero degrees outside) or the wind is blowing, but I feel like it is imperative that I keep moving. Really. Not only is it good for my lungs (and my legs and my butt, etc…), there is mounting evidence it is good for the brain as well.
Unfortunately, the roads in these parts are all heavily sanded and salted, which means that every time a vehicle passes, all that stuff becomes temporarily airborne. Dust is not my friend (I’m quite allergic to dust mites as well), and I cover my nose and hold my breath for as long as I can until it settles. Fortunately, ours is not a heavily traveled byway.
Winter sports are in full swing here. All the wee huts in the photos are bob houses. The frozen surface of Lake Winnipesaukee is dotted with them, and the annual ice fishing derby is on Sunday. The pond hockey championship was last weekend, and the world championship sled dog derby is going on now.
And when we aren’t gamboling in the snow, we are contending with it. Ice dams and frost heaves are new additions to my vocabulary. Last week the UPS truck got stuck at the bottom of our driveway. Our first winter, I didn’t have a vehicle equipped with four wheel drive, so we tied a long rope to a tree and after parking my car at the top of the driveway, I would essentially rappel down.
There are moments when I long for the warmth and relative ease of summer, but I’ve also grown accustomed to the deep freeze. Makes you tough, according to the locals.