We’ve had some interesting weather here in the Northeast lately. Hurricane Irene did a number on the streams and rivers this summer, flooding them to levels that hadn’t been seen in a century or more. Then in October, a freak snow storm dropped over a foot of snow and brought down many trees and power lines because their leaves hadn’t fallen yet. It left hundreds of thousands of people without electricity or heat for several days.
I look around and notice snow still on the ground in the shady ravines between mountains. The trees up here don’t seem quite as damaged as the ones back home. There are lots of limbs on the ground but it’s hard to tell if they fell last week or last year. I guess, to the forest, the recent storm was not a big deal. From a trees perspective, this storm will just go down in the books as one of hundreds that it had to endure. The rocks up here have been around for billions of years. They’ve seen ice ages come and go so an early snow isn’t that memorable. But to me, in my short life span, a chance to kayak in the snow doesn’t come around every day.