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.
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| Preemptive shoveling attempt |
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| 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.
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| "Oh, there's my car!" |
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| This is a shout-out to Zia Enrica |
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| Walk in the woods. |
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| Apres-hike. |
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| I'll always be a trainspotter. |
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| MNR has its shit together, why can't the LIRR? |
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| Icy Hudson. |
Another wonderful weekend in the valley, but I paid for it: getting back home on LI was a nightmare!!
