I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, ‘go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.'
A week ago today, the snow began to fall here at camp. Our first snowfall of this winter season blanketed the Preserve with nearly 18” of superfine, sugary powder. The amplified hush of a snow-laden forest is a rare and wondrous experience. For the few of us that call GRP home year-round, the invitation to bundle up and head out to explore and play was irresistable. We hope you enjoy these images of GRP transformed.
Animal tracks between the Balds
Imagine a GLP that involved skiing up to Lower Bald for sunset!