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December 27, 2015
With temps dipping toward the mid-thirties, shortly after noon it started to snow. Thinking it might stick up higher I walked up into the forest. Above about 400 feet the snow fell steadily and the drape of sword fern on the slopes was transforming, black to white, the bare tops of maple disappearing into the pale, falling sky. Up on the Wildwood Trail the delicate twigs of red huckleberry holding a fine lacework aloft, the cedars and frogs patient under the new blanket.