Slush Puppy Spring

Last week I was in Phoenix, AZ for 4 days - what a difference from the northeast.  The daily highs were in the 70's and the nightly lows dropped to the mid-50's.  It was nice to step out the door without a coat - and the warmth of the sun certainly felt great.  But, this morning I hiked with Milos in the slush puppy season of Maine and decided it was much better!

Definition of Slush-Puppy Season.
When the top several inches of the snow pack turns into a crystaline icing which "slushes" as you shuffle along on your snowshoes.

Every morning the trails from the night before evaporate in the sun leaving a pristine covering of sparkling white.  Each new hike is like the first following a snowfall, but you don't need your hat and gloves, just a light jacket will do.  The birds are singing (Phoebes were literally shouting from the trees) and the breeze has the feel of Spring.  Mud season has not yet got its slimy grip on the world. It is perfect!

And one of the many reasons I love living in Maine.