The snow was driving horizontally, evergreen branches snagging the flakes. The wind yowled and played like a cat, sending dancing spirals of snow across the pond, into the distant white void, across our faces.
After a “winter” of no lingering snow, we had finally found the season, on a path I had never taken before, just across the street from the Pinkham Notch Visitors Center in the White Mountains.
Rick and I spent yesterday there for a one-night getaway and took the “Lost Pond Trail” a guide had recommended – just after the area had gotten its first (eight-inch) snowfall of the year. A virgin hike on virgin snow.
We hiked in maybe a half mile on a gently sloping trail next to a stream before we came upon the frozen pond where we stood, transfixed, for several long and wordless moments.
“This would be a good place to meditate,” Rick finally said.
“I think we are meditating,” I responded.
I hope this short video allows you to share at least some of the afternoon’s magic.
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