Winterfest: have an ice day
February 17, 2011 —
February 17 - Just before the white stuff begins to thaw, with Valentine’s Day nipping at my nose, I seek refuge from the blustery winds by celebrating a few of the things that make my blood run cold—snow, ice and love everlasting...
Admittedly a bit depressed over the severe temperatures and missing the elusive sting of Cupid’s arrow, I was determined, over the weekend, to overcome my ennui and search the countryside for respite from the bitter winds. What better way, then, to spend time outdoors, bundled up and feeling sorry for myself!
Intrigued by the announcement that the Riverview Inn
(riverviewinninc.com) overlooking the Delaware on 42 glorious acres in Matamoras, PA would be hosting their first annual Winterfest, I struck out with a pal, in lieu of a date, confident that I would find true love sometime after the ice age.
The announcement promised “vendors, exhibits, a cooking contest, art show, music, magic & more,” so hopes were high as we pulled into the lot. As usual, weather is key when it comes to anything outside, and frigid temperatures are necessary to support bobsled rides and ice fishing, so it should have come as no surprise that I was cold, so darn cold!
We perused the snowman competition, snapped a few pics of kids frolicking, and searched (in vain) for hot chocolate, which became my mantra as the weekend progressed. I love observing the joy on kids’ frozen faces, but (as Bette Midler would say) “From a Distance.”
Too chilled to really let loose and enjoy myself, I gave in and hit the road. Checking my schedule, I realized that Jack Frost was having a laugh at my expense, since the next stop was more ice. As it turned out, there was quite a turnout for yet another Winterfest (which raises the question: what is so festive about winter?), in the charming town of Wurtsboro, NY, which the website (wurtsboro.org) promised would be replete with “Vendors, exhibits, a cooking contest, art & more.”
With no hot chocolate in sight, I sighed and traipsed around town, cheery pal in tow, while bemoaning my lack of true love, making a mental note that (IMHO) romance eludes those who constantly have cold feet. I couldn’t help but notice that the theme for the ice carving contest was (arrgh) love. Seeing no way around it, I succumbed and found myself entranced by the amazing sculptures that were in abundance along Main Street.