I hate winter. I dislike the cold. I hate having to wear a bunch of clothes. And I find the short days – leaving in the dark and coming home in the dark during the work week – to be rather disheartening. Mostly, I hate it because of the limits it imposes on my motorcycle riding.
Not everything is bad about it. I like the cool, crisp days of fall. Motorcycle riding is rarely better than when the air is clear, the leaves are turning, and you know the season is dwindling. It’s a tad ironic that some of the best rides of the year happen even as the season is coming to a close.
Best of all, the arrival of cold weather means that hunting season is upon us – something I ever look forward to. But that’s it. Once hunt camp is over I’m very much ready for spring.
Alas, that’s a few months away.
There is one last thing I like about winter… snow. As long as it’s on a weekend so it doesn’t make my already-horrendous commute even worse, there’s something very satisfying about sitting inside with the wood stove crackling away while the snow quietly piles up outside.
And so it was yesterday. We had our first snowfall of the year. I took a couple pictures during the day while it was coming down. And then later at night I drove down to Warrenton and walked around old town for awhile, capturing a few images of the town in its new drapery.
It was lovely.
And now that we’ve had it, may spring hurry on!