We woke to a chilly morn. Yesterday, the wind was blowing the snow across the highway. I will probably exercise inside today. The snowshoeing has been quite something.
Poor Bob V sits in snow.
You can see the layers of dirt in the snow beside the mailbox. You should have seen me whip the snowblower across the highway, outrunning traffic to clear it out.
Down in the forest, the trees carry a load of snow.