In the distance, the mighty White Mountains are showing off their splendid snowy peaks.  They are glistening and sparkling above the voluminous clouds of fog lying below.  They say that the fog eats snow, and that must be true for it seems the patches of snow on the ground are melting before our very eyes.  Soon, the morning fog will lift, leaving the panorama of mountains in full view.   Even if you are many miles away, the Whites still manage to dominate the distant horizon, and one’s eyes can’t get enough of them.  

Many people travel from across the world to climb their rocky slopes and take in their breathtaking beauty.  Over the years, many have lost their lives on these weathered rocks, and sadly this year is no exception.   It’s a hard piece of reality that a sunny March day can turn stormy and brutally cold in a flash.  An innocuous sprinkling of flakes on a light breeze can turn to wind whipped snow and bitter cold in a matter of minutes. It seems one can never be too prepared.   The fattening buds on the trees tell us that the sap of spring is on the rise, though here on Hiram Hill, we get the feeling that winter is not done with us yet.