March 28, 2022
Winter in Pennsylvania. It starts out okay. I'm excited by the crisp air and the first snow is beautiful. But the cold and the grey and the dirty salt on everything really get to me by the end of it. I'm over it by February, and it always feels like we have six more months of winter.
I try take advantage of the sun when it makes an rare appearance, and force myself to spend time outdoors. Usually, my body objects viscerally, so do my kids. But no one ever regret it afterwards.
Here are some photos I took on a chilly February hike with some friends earlier this year.