There isn't much snow on the ground in the mountains. Too much for hikers, insufficient for skiers: perfect for us. With a simple picnic of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and the last pears in the fruit bowl, we enjoyed a cozy lunch sheltered on the ridge, warmed by a cheery fire.
Walking back to the car, I backtracked to retrieve a lost mitten. Standing on the trail in the sunshine, alone, I understood: snow is our new beach.