Size Matters
Well, INCHES matter.
One inch, said the weather critters of the impending snow. Three if over 7500′ altitude (we're just below 7000′).
Fifteen inches later…
Snow means a waterpack on the mountains, and good slow water soaking into the sucked-bone dry ground.
But so much snow all at once? On our gravel driveway and hilly dirt road, that equals "snowbound."
I dug out the barn. I worked on the driveway. I took ibuprofen! I dug some more and helped a kid who got stuck at the corner in the family van.
I stared at the remaining snow blocking my car and said, "No."
But! I still got the mail from the rural community box. I might not have 4WD, but the mailman does. And I have four HOOF drive.
Duncan was somewhat excessively proud of himself and his patience while I leaned, jostled, and made aurgh noises, trying to manage the awkward angle of that flat, tray-type mail niche.
DuncanHorse: ONE of us is dignified.
But hey–we trundled right on past those those stuck cars we passed along the way.
Dart Beagle hasn't seen snow–just the massive hailstorm from October (still undergoing repairs…). So this All at Once deluge was of some surprise to him.
I took lots more pictures, but the camera ate everything but this. Boo!
Dart Beagle: I MUST EAT ALL THE SNOW!
Dart Beagle: I MUST PEE ON ALL THE SNOW!
Which is a pretty convenient sequence when you think about it.
Connery Beagle: I love my dogloo. You fool. BAWH!
[Connery's just being dramatic. He spent most of the time inside.]
The camera ate the pics before the entrances were tromped open. Boo!
So it's a good thing I went out and took piccies of the wild Christmas trees two days before all this snow fell.
What, you don't have wild Christmas trees? Around here we apparently grow them on the National Forest land.
Yes, the sky was that blue.
PS And Sunday, because of the immediate warming trend and the strength of the mountain sun, we had…wait for it…THE MELT. *splooge* Like butter in a microwave. Turns out there's an awful lot of water in all that snow…
