The weather in NH is notoriously shifty. Two weeks ago I was hustling through bike trails in near-perfect conditions and then out of nowhere the temperature dropped about 100 degrees in one day and we got walloped with a great early season snow storm.
The storm started out on Saturday with some rain and by mid-day it was sleeting and we thought it would fizzle out entirely. By late afternoon, though, the wind was howling and the snow was flying sideways. My boys, the dog and I had some fun in the first flakes of the season. Visibility at the lake (above left) was just about zero.
By early evening it was clear that this storm was going to linger and make a mess. We lost power around 3:30PM and it would not be restored for three days. No problem, right? My wife cooked up an amazing meal using cell phone flashlights and the propane burners and we built a ‘campsite’ around the fireplace for the guys to stay warm. On Sunday we woke up, packed up and escaped to where power and heat were more plentiful. With the car running I hopped out to grab one gorgeous picture of the sun hitting camp:
We came back on Monday to check on camp and make sure no pipes were freezing (and have a blast outside).
With Tuckerman zooming around we explored, dug out and ate lots of fresh snow.
Here’s to winter!
And…the calm after the storm.