This article is featured in the 2026 Winter Carnival Issue.
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
~ Robert Frost
Dear reader,
We, the editors of the Winter Carnival Special Issue, bring to you a collection of stories emerging from our corner in the Woods. So exchange your fracket for a cozy cardigan, your Keystone for a cup of tea and the Psi Upsilon fraternity basement for your favorite reading nook while you enjoy your read.
Contained within these pages are tales of the ways Dartmouth students are spending their winters: on the ice at the Milan Olympics, renewing an Olympic tradition on the Big Green’s women’s ice hockey team or here on campus, cozying up with a festive winter tale.
All of the people of Dartmouth remain so no matter how they choose to spend their winter and Winter Carnival — among “downy flake” at the Skiway, skating on the “frozen lake” or far away from both. So during these darkest evenings of the year, remember that our common root lies not in the way in which we choose winter, but the way in which we choose the Woods.
Until our two roads meet again,
Ryan, Izzy and Caroline
