The arrival of Spring in New Hampshire is a marvel to behold. Like snowflakes, no two Springs are exactly alike.
One thing New Englanders count on, nonetheless, is that Spring will arrive at its own good pace. Spring will tease us mortals. The bulbs begin to sprout their stems up from the soil one day only to be fast buried in a wet heavy snow the next.
Sunny days will be followed by a week of rain. The rain is welcomed by those who desire roads to be washed clean of Winter's detritus -- mostly salt and sand.
Each sunrise awakens the following day earlier: the blues of winter's confining harshness lessen. Montauk Rider's thoughts turn to our gardens, to the birds singing in the yard, and inexorably to the open road.
I yearn to ride the Montauk once again. I must wait, however. It is still just 28 degrees (F), and the roads are still white with salt. Soon......................................