Also, Colin, I went to the snow recently, but it was in this pine cabin decorated with Americana themed mistle toe and christmas decorations (read: flag wearing santas!) and there were literally festive icicles dripping down the sides. The Main office (where you check in) was decorated like a giant gingerbread house with candy swirls and seemingly edible trim, and it was sort of ridiculous. I think there was even an angelic statue in one of our windows, no doubt to bring light into the dark recesses of winter. In the next town over, called Blue Jay, pillows of soft snow blanketed peaceful lit houses; there was even a street called “Sugarcone!”

However, I will say, when the wind blew at night and it was dark, and snow rose up to the window sills, and the trees (which know everything) would omisciently and imperceptibly sway in their grandeur I can say, nature’s force is inimitable, and far more frightening than any dude who was rumored to torture people.