Perched at the end of the road near the top of a mountain comes with perks. My humble home and sweet studio are surrounded by sky, blessed with serenity, visited by wild critters, teased with Momma Nature’s fresh aroma and exude a sense of magic.
But it can be a bit western up here. Last week when town got about 4 inches of slippery wet snow, I got over two feet. Slippery. Snotty. Wet. Snow.
Certainly. Snow comes in more than a dozen varieties (I could ramble about the benefits and pitfalls of each type of snow but will stay focused.) Last week’s storm left the kind of snow that makes tires spin faster than a DJ’s record. I allowed an extra 20 minutes to dig my truck out from beneath the deep stuff, loaded Zaydee into the back seat and within 8 seconds was stuck. Two and a half hours later we were on our way to town.
Luckily my daily commute to work doesn’t require tire chains, shovels or seat heaters. I get to pull on my boots and stroll through the woods.
Snow tells secrets...