|Roundtop at sunrise|
I learned this weekend that the only place on our entire globe that had below-average temperatures this winter was the east coast of the United States. That amounts to roughly 4% of the earth’s surface and has sobered my thoughts and dampened my glee at this winter’s end. Will I ever see another winter that is truly a winter?
After this winter I am hopeful that some of the annoying insects that managed to make it through warmer winters will be much reduced for this upcoming year. That would be a nice result if fewer ticks and mosquitos survived. It wouldn’t hurt my feelings either if fewer stinkbugs are around, though I have no idea if harsh winters bother them in the slightest.
Still, I can’t help but feel worried that winter weather in my neck of the woods might become a thing of the past. It’s unlikely the east coast will again be in that small portion of the globe that sees colder than typical weather in 2016. I live at a ski resort, now one of the most southerly ones in the east. There used to be others more southerly than here, but most have closed due to poor winters, and I worry that this one is vulnerable, too. Was this the last best year for winter skiing here in southern PA? I certainly hope not, but I can’t help but wonder.