After two days it finally quit, and I strapped on the snowshoes for the first time this season. There is nothing like wandering through the woods in silent snow.
Deer tracks crisscross the trails. They tend to run east-west, from my neighbor's fields where I assume the deer eat, across my place and into the (relative) safety of the Finger Lakes National Forest.
Hunting season opened recently. Trucks parked along the side of long country roads. The neighbors put up extra "No Hunting/No Trespassing" signs. Just like last year.
It's silent in the snow. Branches bow under the weight, making it seem like an entirely new and unfamiliar forest.