March Dusk
March Dusk This week, the eastern sky reflected the sunset, highlighting waves of clouds on the horizon. The snowpack in the...
The Hill Dog Writes is a collection of writings by The Hill Dog.
March Dusk This week, the eastern sky reflected the sunset, highlighting waves of clouds on the horizon. The snowpack in the...
Plenty of snow on the ground; more forecasted. Drifts deepen, icicles lengthen. Sun shines, temperature drops. Perfect Pennsylvania winter days.
February Dawn The weather station in the backyard reported a low of almost 11 degrees below zero this morning. The...
Certainly, all of us have had days when, even if nothing particularly unpleasant occurs, we feel sad; we get "the...
While making turns with his friends on the opening day of ski season, Jack Mehaffey suffered a stroke on the...
Drawn out through the woods to the meadow, the ridgeline, to where the world simplifies to sepia, by season's first...
A few years ago, a friend of mine, 44 years old at the time, told me that he had...
Recently, a friend who I haven't seen for a while, and I hiked up The Hill together. A misty day,...
While riding up the chairlift first thing in the morning to help open the mountain for the day, there, far...
Since sometime in February, the snowpack had been constant, locked in place. Rained upon, then frozen by temperatures in the teens;...