Hiking Mt. Monadnok

There's been lots of glorious snow.

Greg and I drove to New Hampshire yesterday to hike Mt. Monadnok, the second most hiked mountain in the world, behind Mt. Fiji. Ralph Waldo Emerson wrote a poem about it, called Monadnok, and Henry David Thoreau wrote the first serious naturalist inventory of the mountain.
When it snows, a group of snow plowing trucks will go to the highways and each one will be in a lane, staggered, so that they can push all of the snow from one lane to the next, and off the road. On our drive, we were stuck behind several herds of snow plows.

Someone said that the main purpose of picnic benches in New England is to measure the snow. It works pretty well. Back in town, below, I like how the snow piled on every surface, even if the surface is the tiny feet to a chair.

Icicles and snowfall.