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| It’s helpful when you can stay on the right side of the road. It wasn’t alway possible. |
As I toured the Institute grounds, the first fat flakes started to fall. I’d been warned that a significant storm was expected at midday and would move in fast. I don’t have studded snow tires; I don’t even have snow tires. For a few minutes, I thought I’d left it for too late.
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| The first sign of the weather changing was the wind picking up. |
Still, Western New Yorkers are accustomed to snow. Buffalo, Rochester and Syracuse have the highest snowfall of all American cities. Our storms are amplified by the open water of the Great Lakes.
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| Drift ice is among my favorite things. |
Coastal Maine adds a fillip to the experience: a fine layer of ice under its snow. The first twelve miles of our trip was on back roads that wouldn’t see a salter or plow for a day or so. The Mainers might have been slithering sideways on the hills in their pickup trucks (which are notoriously bad on snow) but they were taking it in stride. So did my little Prius.
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| Snow-covered rocks off Blueberry Hill. |
The northeast is having its second hard winter in a row. Very few people visit Maine in January, but it is beautiful. I no longer do much wintertime plein air work. Still, our world is lovely in the deep snow.
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| The open road doesn’t look too bad, does it? But there’s absolutely no traction and my poor little Prius was choosing its own route. |
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| Ah, home sweet home… |
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