There’s something so awesome about a heavy snowfall, so transformative – it really inspires me. I went out skiing this morning, and I’ve never seen our house looking more beautiful.
The snow is about 11 inches deep so far:
It’s a wet, heavy snow. Temperatures are hovering right around 32°F (0°C), so it’s sticking to everything.
Our lower driveway:
Our road:
While I was skiing across the floodplain down by Passage Creek, I heard a terrific thunder-like crackling and a thud – a big branch breaking off under this novel weight, and gravity pulling it to the forest floor. I looked, but couldn’t see any visual evidence of the drama — only the sound.
The snow wasn’t terrific for cross-country skiing. One advantage of wet, clumpy snow is that it makes climbing hills easier. But when I put my skis up against the house, this is what they looked like:
Mine are on the right. Lily’s are in the middle. And a graded bed from the Martinsburg Formation is on the far left.
The snow is still falling. It’s awesome. What a great day to be alive and in the Fort Valley!
I feel like home when watching these pics. Scandinavian style wooden home, lots of snow and skis with label Peltonen. Are you sure you are living in America?
I’m glad you like it. I think it’s partly the same system that hit Calgary on Sunday; we sent it your way. We got about 20 cm out of it.
Beautiful. But I’m so happy to be living in southern California (although a bit crabby that it will only be about 60 today, with possible showers, when it was sunny and in the 80’s a few days ago. Spring is here!