I spent the better half of this morning digging out from a snowstorm that dumped more than a foot on our town. After shoveling the walks and the cars, and cleaning off the dory, I came inside and promptly started wishing it was summer—or spring, at the very least. Naturally, I then found myself looking through images from last summer that I hadn't shared. I figured that everyone might enjoy a little reminder that there is light at the end of this winter tunnel. Spring will be here before we know it—hopefully—and with it, another year of fishing, boating, camping, and all those other activities that are impossible to do when the water is as hard as a rock, or so cold that it’s not worth touching. Enjoy the images and keep your chin up—we don't have much longer to endure.