“Are you crazy,” a couple people asked – rhetorically, of course – when I announced plans to escape a balmy Virginia early spring for an expedition to the frozen, white north a scant, few miles from the Quebec border.
To locals who were coming off one of Virginia’s coldest Februarys on record and looking at a major warm up heralding the advent of spring, my retreat into the frigid jaws of a New England winter marked with brutality su...
