Great White Weekend at White Grass

It has been almost two weeks since the epic White Grass weekend of January 9-10, 2010.  The mid Atlantic weather patterns have returned to rain, sleet, and snow in a mixed bag of winter booms and busts.  No matter.  The glory of snow is fleeting, a constant reminder to seize the day and enjoy the beauty that is given.  Never worry about tomorrow's snow.

This two-row panoramic stitch was taken standing at the back of the Roundtop shelter.  On Sunday it was abuzz with the smiling faces of seasonal, snow-worshippers.  Friends were to be found at every turn.  The improvised stove and prayer flags represent the community spirit of a warmth and open shelter that White Grass provides surrounded by the pure beauty of wilderness. On the right, friends prepare to continue their trek up the mountain.

All over White Grass, there are dozens of little spots that I love to visit.  This segment of the Highland View trail, just below the Sawmill Flats Shelter, sneaks through a grove of Hemlock.  It's dark and quiet, compared to the snowy brightness elsewhere.  The snow hanging in the trees muffles sounds, creating a soft awareness of your own breath. Often you will snag a branch of a tree and shower a skiff of snow down your back.  It's very refreshing.

And then there is the gratuitous display of white and blue, snowy goodness at Bald Knob.  Every tree was covered with a heavy layer of fine powdery snow.  We stood at this spot, breathing, smiling, and relishing in the moment.  No thoughts invaded our minds, outside of the fabulous spectacle of snow.  Friends and neighbors skied by, smiling.  Bemused happiness filled our hearts. Two weeks later, meditating on this photo, I contentedly recall a pale shadow of the wonderous feeling of being there, then.