Thursday I took my high school art teacher out for a snowshoe hike on one of my favorite trails.
The sun was pouring through the white pines, creating a fairy tale scene. We made our way to the cabin I've mentioned in an earlier blog. She had never been there. She commented that I looked like a Maine Guide standing by the cabin.
It surely looked like something you might find in the Whites. The weather that day was frigid, and a biting wind kept us moving right along.
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