MAINE: my final frontier. These are the voyages of the Scooter Vespa 250 i.e. Super. Its continuing mission - to explore America's most heavily forested state - to roam the vast coastline, numberless lakes, and mighty mountains. To boldly go where no scooter has gone before!

Friday, February 10, 2012

Making the best of it

Northern New England is on pace to record one of its least snowy winters. Here in Portland, the average amount of snow by the end of January is 35 inches. Last year, we had about 56 inches of the white stuff. But so far this winter, we've had a hair over 20 inches - and with abnormally high temperatures, most of that has faded away.

But that hasn't stopped everyone from doing the typical winter things.

Who needs a lot of snow to build a snowman or two? Thanks to the receding glaciers of the last Ice Age, Maine has rocks of every possible size. No snow? Big deal. Just stack up a few rocks and boulders.

AND - these won't melt. We'll have stone men all summer to remind us that warm weather in Maine is as fleeting as the hair on my rapidly balding head.

This young lady got Daddy to haul her to the top of this usually magnificent sliding hill

"O.K., sweetie -  you sit on the sled and I'll give you a nice push, and you'll enjoy an exciting ride to the bottom of the hill!"

"No thanks, Daddy - not enough snow. Running down has got to be more fun!" Maybe it was. She wore a huge smile when she reached the bottom.

This time, Dad didn't pull her back up. Even fathers don't often get fooled twice.