Close your eyes.
Forget that snow and ice outside.
Imagine the warm sun on your face as you hike up Wildcat Mountain.
You wipe a bead of sweat from your brow with your well-worn Summit scarf.
"Listen," says Temple, "it's the Bicknell's thrush singing in that white pine tree."
You're in the midst of the great north woods of Maine.
Any minute now you might spot a moose and her baby. Or a black bear cub.
All of your sense are alert.
After your morning tracking class, you notice things you may have missed before - the subtle scent of a new plant, the sound of the wild mink scurrying in the underbrush.
As you take a well-earned break and rest your feet in the Frenchman's swimming hole, you look around at your fellow Summiteers.
Laughing, smiling or just soaking in the beauty of this secluded pond, these are people from all walks of life, people who love the woods, love being active, love the adventure.
You look forward to the week ahead - learning photography, exploring hidden gem mines, the gardens, lakes, endless mountain trails... This is what a Summit is all about.
Open your eyes now and pick up that snow shovel.
But now, while you toss that snow, you can be dreaming of your warm summer Summit in the mountains of Maine.