December 29th

I hate it when people complain about the weather.  You know, there is just not much we can do about it.  And generally, I keep myself pretty sane finding alternative activities to occupy my desire to be active outside when the weather does not cooperate.  But last night, as I was walking into the dark, in the woods around the cabin, in the super cold, with both dogs with me, I had an alarming thought.  What if Global Warming causes Maine to cease having snow?  What would I do all winter long?  Sure, I love to run, but not that much.  Could I mountain bike with A LOT of winter gear on?  Could I invent a new sport that would allow me to be in the woods and aerobic?

This is what I think about as I silently ask for snow on my walks.  I don't want to want it too badly, as I am a highly superstitious.  It is never good to want something too much.

Come on Jet Stream - get working - send some of the white stuff.  We need it.

But until then, I will enjoy walking to the barn morning and night in my hiking SHOES.  I will find the good during this dry spell.