A couple of weeks ago I posted this photo on Facebook with a plea:

Mad River Glen: Please Snow if You Can. The plea worked. This weekend the Snow Gods dumped over two feet of the fluffiest snow I can remember.

Here’s what it looked like on Saturday.

Blue sky and cotton in the trees. I snowshoed up the mountain alone.

At one point, I stopped and listened. I heard the wind, the creak of the trees, the crunch of the snow under my feet, and my heart pounding from the uphill climb. That’s it.

Thank you Mad River Glen for delivering.