The holiday season often involves road trips to visit family.  I joined the folks on the road this year, a pre-Christmas trek to see my sister and brother-in-law in the frozen Yankee hinterland of New Hampshire.

What’s different there from here in this part of the South?

Well, for one thing, in winter they have snow.  Lots of it.  And earlier dark, with sunset almost two hours earlier than here.

It’s cold and dark up there in the winter.

And they also have quaint, quintessential New England villages with white churches and village commons.  And lots of old homes.  And stone walls.  And snow plow blades on the front of trucks.

And more snow.

It’s a different world in many ways.

I hit the road last Tuesday and arrived back home yesterday.  There was snow on the ground along the way.  Lots of snow in New Hampshire.  And even some snow flurries on the drive back yesterday through the Virginia mountains.  Snow is something we folks in the Deep South don’t see often, so of course I was fascinated with it.

You’ll get the picture (literally) of the New England winter of snow and dark.

And its beauty.

Scroll on to get a taste of my journey.