Window to the Woods with Rhon Bell
Posted: December 17, 2013
Aroostook County | Big Winter Storm | Hiking the Trails
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Winter weather has taken a strong hold over the Northeast. Three strong storms have left deep powder in the woods. Snow has a tendency of bringing new beauty to our surroundings. What once seemed like a lifeless pre-winter landscape now carries new vibrancy. With each branch of pine, spruce, birch, and cedar that is weighed down with fresh layers of snow, new characteristics develop. Winter seems so freeing in the woods. Hunters have laid down rifles of fall and most woodsmen their saws. The woods where I live is open for exploration and that is today’s mission.
Snow is falling heavy this afternoon and with temperatures below freezing. With adequate base layers, warmth isn’t an issue. Muck Boots really add a knee-high layer of waterproof protection in the cold.
Each knee-deep step forward in the snow creates a clear path of travel on the undisturbed trail.
Snow storms have a way of creating a single color-scheme. An otherwise blue sky, turns pale grey while Mother Nature becomes white.
Spruce needles act as tiny fingers grabbing at the falling snow flakes.
Spruce cones lay untouched from winter beneath heavy boughs of snow.
Freshly fallen snow on these branches is always a refreshing drink. Reminiscent of childhood, I admit I scooped a couple handfuls of snow to hydrate.
Burdocks are still a pain come winter. These small clingy burs attach themselves to your pants as you pass. They try to hide beneath a white coat today.
As I approach the hilltop, I am awarded a great view of a small Northern Maine town. The falling snow almost creates a white-out beyond the treeline.
Darks & Lights.
Today’s “packy” snow is the ultimate for building snowmen.
Corner of the Woods.
A heavy coat.
The river has nearly frozen over. Ice fishing season is nearly here.
Thick Maine Woods.
This river bend remains relatively open. This will change within a few short and cold nights.
On the hike back, I decide to stop once more for a handful of snow. Now that’s fresh from the source.