My brother-in-law and his kid are here for a few days, and we’re showing them the wonders of northern New England. The Great Big Thermostat In The Sky obligingly dialed itself down to “Arctic” just before they got here. They’re winter sports types, and stoked to see so much snow on the ground. Quinn’s cousin Hunter was particularly impressed with Mascoma Lake, which is now just about frozen over in its entirety. I told him that he’d be able to see an ice fishing hut village out on the lake in another month…and SUVs parked on the ice next to those huts.
Temps up here in Upper Cryogenica are in the single digits, with the wind chill of the 10-15 knot winds making it feel like –20F. When you’re prepared and geared for the winter, however, it’s actually sort of fun. (And if you’re into snowshoeing, skiing, or ice skating, it’s positively Paradise.)
In other news, we finally have a local Fun Shop here in Enfield. They’re called Hollow Point Sports—it’s a small shop out on Route 4, and they’re just starting out with a storefront, but it’s kind of neat, and the people are friendly. There’s another shop over in Lebanon, but I don’t like going there, because it’s one of those places that makes you feel like you’re intruding when you’re stopping by to browse the selection. I ducked into the new shop for the first time last Saturday, and spent a while chatting with the guys who run it. They have a small, but growing inventory, and they only charge $25 for FFL transfers, which is pretty good. I drooled over one of the new S&W .22LR AR-15s, and generally reveled in the novelty of having a decent local Fun Shop again.
Today, we’re seeing off Quinn’s uncle and cousin. They’re going to hit the slopes at our local ski slope, Whaleback Mountain, before they continue their whirlwind tour of Yankee-Land. More bloggenation will be committed later, but now I have to roll crepes for breakfast. Mmmm…Nutella crepes…