I wouldn’t consider winters in North Idaho particularly cold or harsh – in fact, they’re actually on the warm side, as evidenced by the mid-winter rain we often get. What they are is dark. The days are short but it is the fog that hangs heavy, that blots out the sun, turns the forests into a black and white photograph.
Sometimes we have fog so thick that it becomes hard to distinguish the air from the snow beneath my skis and movement becomes harder to judge – I think I’m stopped but I’m actually still moving ever so slightly, or vice versa. If you’ve never skied in thick fog this sounds crazy, but if you have, you know.
