“I don’t know what to say, except it’s Christmas and we’re all in misery” – Clark W Griswold
Ahhh the holiday season has arrived and everyone is running around like Rudolph with his nose cut off trying to get everything done that needs to get done before the end of year. Deadlines, both personal and work related begin to accumulate like grains in a snowglobe. Sometimes it’s enough to make you scream.
Which is why that first real snowfall of the year is always so magical. Sure the lakes are not quite frozen yet and the first few inches may fall with a slushy thud, but it’s a fresh start. The air is infused with the scent of balsam fir riding on the back of each crisp flake. Within hours the barren forest is transformed from drab browns dusted with windblown leaves to glazed perfection. There just seems to be more oxygen available with each chilly lungful of air. The old trails are new again, if only until the next thaw.
Deadlines be damned! Tis the season to be outdoors doing what you love! Ride, drink and be merry! Just watch out for those frozen roots that linger just beneath the surface as they are slicker than Grinch snot this time of year.
And if you’re lucky the low, glinting sun will filter through the forest just right and top your Tannenbike with a star.