I was really hoping to post these pictures last week, to show you what the year’s first snow was like when we woke up the next morning.
But have you had this cold/flu thing that’s going around, at least here in New York City?
I was so sick. I lost my voice for a week and spent two solid days at home. I swear, I haven’t been that sick in years.
Are there any two more beautiful words in all the world than “Pork Store”?
If there are, I’m unaware of them. And it was these two magical words that came out of Isaac’s mouth early Saturday afternoon as we were bandying about what to cook for dinner.
I wanted a pork roast, he wanted a roasted chicken, and then somehow in searching the Internet, Isaac stumbled upon Rolf’s and all our wants and needs were forgotten. All we could think of was sausage.
So we jumped in the car and headed north and as we drove it became snowier and snowier. But we didn’t care! There were wursts and schinken at the end of the highway!
We got to the top, and there was nothing to see.
And yet in a completely white world, there was plenty. After spending about 10 minutes in blinding whiteness I concluded that I’m really quite happy I never settled on “Arctic Exlorer” as a career path.
We thought we were supposed to be following the red blazes, which took us tromping off willynilly into the forest. Multiple times they would just *poof* disappear. But the baby blue blazes, they looked solid and dependable, so we decided to follow them.
And they took us to the top. Up through the ancient, breathing, dripping rain forest and out into the wide white world, 2,200 feet above where we started.
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