Early morning, December 12, 2014: The Town of Russell school bus, a veritable light show of blinking and flashing amber and red and strobe lights, flies past in the pre-dawn darkness. The temperature hovers either side of freezing. The forest, gray and white save where for the spruce stand stark and black, is covered in hoarfrost, the fields in snow. I cross-country ski every day, the snow so right that it seems I fly over the fields. Deer and bobcat use my tracks to avoid deep snow.