My first year here was full of comparisons to my home in Kansas City. Growing up we had some winters that may have seen a foot of snow, but over the years, a good snow storm usually only produced 4-6 inches.  That was enough to close school for a day or two. Clearing the roads was usually the culprit. Occasionally ice would also be a factor.

Moving to the northeast, I achieved a whole new appreciation for snow.  In that first year, Boston recorded over 110 inches of snow.  The northeast knows snow. I am constantly amazed at how quickly roads are cleared and business resumes. It may be that the states are adequately prepared, however I believe it is also due to the number of private plows that prowl the roads and highways during a storm.  My four-wheel drive pickup was an added bonus for navigating my scenic adventures. This allowed me to get out, even when many would be staying in.

One of the beauties of snow is how it equalizes properties. Everywhere appears clean and crisp. This is particularly evident along the coast as the cold waters of the North Atlantic ocean crash against dark rocks of the seashore, bordered by the white snow. I took a drive back to York and Ogunquit, Maine. There is something very calming about the ocean. Sometimes I drive there, just to watch the waves.  I parked my truck to walk the marginal way. Parts of the trail were covered in ice, and it was tricky to navigate. The views were worth it.  I got back in the truck and drove down some of the back-roads to see more of the local scenery.

This church was so much more beautiful than even the picture can describe.  Located about two miles south of Ogunquit on a minor highway, I nearly drove by it before I turned around to get this picture.

I ended my day back at Nubble Light in York. During the summer, the parking lot is full, and getting a spot is very difficult. In the middle of winter, the lot is virtually empty.  I was able to stay as long as I wanted, to get a perfect picture.

“Life is either a daring adventure or nothing at all.” – Helen Keller