Springtime in Maine? Let’s play in the snow!
OVERHEARD IN THE MADRID AIRPORT (by a Gould student being patted down by security): “You know, some people PAY for that kind of treatment.”
Yes, I am back from Spain (and have many wonderful stories from that trip), and yes I am back at Glogging. Hurray!
Spring term has begun! Sun, flowers, ball games, green grass, ice climbing, snowshoeing….
Yes, all you out there in Glogoslovakia, spring time in Maine is a rare and wonderful thing. That is , the SPRING part of springtime. In the last ten days I have shoveled off a roof, skied repeatedly, climbed ice, and hiked through the snow to the top of a local mountain. THIS is what spring looks like in western Maine, in april:
When I told a “certain student who shall not be named here (Clara)” that we would be going for a short hike last Sunday, I don’t think that THIS is what she had in mind.
I think that THIS is what she had in mind:
If you look closely you can see the differences in what she thought, and what she experienced.
In any case, the hike was great. And so was the other experience last week: I went ice climbing with three other members of the Gould community.
Yes, climbing. On ice. In the spirit of full disclosure, I have always wanted to climb ice, for two very good reasons:
A: It looks really cool, and
2: I figured I’d look really cool doing it.
50% isn’t bad. I looked more like a squirrel trying to hold onto a moving car. But it WAS fun, and I hope to do it again. Hey, who knows? This snow and ice could last into June at this rate.