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Rhon Bell

Rhon Bell, an outdoor enthusiast, spends his time exploring the Maine Woods and documenting his journeys. Growing up in Aroostook County, he embraced the outdoor lifestyle at a young age. Living today near Portland, he spends weekends and week-long adventures hiking New England summits, canoeing the historic Maine waterways, and ice fishing for lake trout. Follow the journey as Window to the Woods discovers new destinations, and check out his other blog, Backwoods Plaid.

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Posted: October 31, 2014

Snow is taking grasp on Vacationland


It’s October 31st. The changing leaves of fall still cling to the maples in the front yard, yet the clocks are about to wind back and the weekend forecast calls for snow. Maybe I’m simply getting older, but this act of growing up seems to make time slip away that much faster. I was just wearing shorts on top of Katahdin and now I’m shuffling around in slippers and flannels across a cold kitchen floor. It simply seems snow shouldn’t show up before I’ve trimmed my turkey, or for God’s sake, avoided the crowds of Black Friday.


But it’s coming. The wilds of winter will soon take grasp of our little “Vacationland” and trios of bitter winds, grey skies and spitting snow showers will soon set in. Vitamin-D deficiency begins now. I don’t want to complain, I love winter and steaming full force down Saddleback on freshly waxed skis, but I can’t believe how fast it’s come. I’ve spent weeks just splitting and stacking wood. Oh, the joys… (of drinking beer after a long day cranking on a chainsaw). I just don’t think any of us look forward to shoveling feet of fluffy snow off our front stoop only for it to fill back in, hours later, before we’ve even had chance to leave the house.


If you can count on one thing in winter – your home becomes a haven. A cozy recliner, a soft fleece-lined blanket, and the warm flames dancing from within the fireplace sure make home a more relaxing place. Plus, we get to wear our favorite flannel shirts more often. From the comfort of our easy chairs, we’ll gaze out the window and watch the blowing snow in the yard. The lawn of an all-so-distant July now covered in layers of snow. The irregular swaying of branches from the treetops under heavy winds is seemingly endless yet mesmerizing.


But for now, it’ll only be a dusting; a chance to dig out our sweaters and plaids from the attic and try to find our slippers from early spring. We’ll all start to complain about the cold, but soon realize the beauty that is winter. For as the snow adds character to the brown blandness that will soon be fall. The fresh cover of white will create breathtaking landscapes where before lied nothing but trees and branches along a field. For now, I take another sip from my steaming mug of coffee – thankful to be warm.


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