CHOPPED WOOD AND FROZEN WATERFALLS
Along the road to Abant, the irresistible aroma of grilled sausages wafts up to the clouds. Phaeton drivers stroke their horses’ manes in anticipation of the weekend crowds that will soon pour in from the cities. When the Sünnet Göl freezes over, the manager of the hotel on the shore orders his workers to break up the ice. Otherwise foxes will wander over the surface, sowing fear among the congenial colony of ducks. At Mudurnu wind-tossed snowflakes will fall on lace sold by village women in the Saturday morning marketplace. It’s snowing at Bolu.
The children of Mengen mold a chef’s hat of snow on their snowman in honor of this cooking capital of Turkey. Wood is chopped at Yeniçaga, waterfalls start to freeze at Dörtdivan, and at Gerede the voices of people are heard shovelling snow in front of their houses. Nature’s call of the white resounds on every side in the forest empire of Bolu.

THE SKI BUFFS
The ski buffs are the first to heed the call.