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Ruminating on Schallenberger Ridge. Photo by Mayumi Elegado |
CommentsRuminations On Winter
By Mayumi ElegadoPublished: March 11, 2010
Editor's Box
It was not even the end of December, yet as we laid back on our yoga mats, a few girls in the class fantasized aloud about beaches, warm weather, summertime.
“Really?” I asked. “I’m already thinking that winter’s never long enough.” I wasn’t kidding. For those of us who work long hours, it takes a while before we log enough hours on the mountain to feel winter-satiated.
The longer I live here, the shorter the winters seem. I’m sure the ratio may flip on its head when I get tired of the hassle of shoveling, mastering the three-layer clothing system, or navigating icy roads around our out-of-town brethren.
But for now, I can’t get enough. Snow blankets the landscape, creating completely different modes of mobility. Where once we hiked, we now cross-country ski. Where once we zipped down on our full-suspension mountain bikes, we now zoom down on our waxed snowboards. Where once we floated down the river, we now marvel at mushroom cap–shaped pillows of snow, delicately sitting on the river rocks.
Oh, the beauty! When fresh snow falls and is cradled on tree boughs, there’s this anticipatory silence in the air — it’s a wholly uplifting experience. There are few places with winter this beautiful and pleasant. Even in the dead of the season, with 10 feet of snow on the ground, we get 50-degree sunny days when you can don a short-sleeve T-shirt or get a bona-fide sunburn. We are truly blessed.
In honor of Tahoe winter and its advocates, we present Moonshine Ink’s second Winter Photo Annual, starting on p. 27. Enjoy!
Yet as they say, it’s the winters that bring you but it’s the summers that keep you here. That’s the beauty of our way of life: Every season is a blessing.
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