Monday, February 11, 2013

Losing Nemo

I don't really understand the American penchant for naming storms. Hurricanes? OK, understandable. But blizzards? Come on.
Anyway, I was damned if I was going to ride out another storm on Long Island. Friday afternoon I escaped via train up the Hudson. The weather might be worse, but at least I would have Margaret to have a movie marathon with.

Preemptive shoveling attempt

WTF is that in your pocket?

As it turns out, the storm was kind to Beacon. Sure, it dumped over a foot of snow, but by 10 am the roads were clear and, after a bit of digging, we were able to get out and do stuff. Most of the weekend involved taking short nature walks through the snow.


"Oh, there's my car!"


This is a shout-out to Zia Enrica


Walk in the woods.



Apres-hike.

I'll always be a trainspotter.

MNR has its shit together, why can't the LIRR?

Icy Hudson.



Another wonderful weekend in the valley, but I paid for it: getting back home on LI was a nightmare!!