A couple of friends and I hiked Mount Major yesterday, where the trails were so icy as to be dangerous. At the pub after the hike, we heard skiers complain about the terrible conditions on the slopes. They recalled a warm day last week and lamented the rain that lacquered the snow when it froze. We also saw ice fishing shelters on Lake Winnipesaukee, clustered together with the hardy souls who assembled them, their trucks, and a few seaplanes. It’s a typical New England weekend and there are those of us who love it.