The thanksgiving holidays were spent in a beautiful family home on a farm in southern Maine. We drove overnight to get there from Baltimore/New York, and arrived around 6am. The snow started to fall late morning, and by the end of the first day the snow was up to our shins. It then continued to snow on and off for days. One day we went for a walk just before sunset to look at the freezing river. We heard gun shots in the distance because this is hunting country.