Yes, that’s a good dusting of snow up there. Farther up the canyons, and down by the mountains that flank the south end of Lake Como, it was more than a dusting; more like a dumping. It was cold enough last night to fire up the wood stove.
Yesterday afternoon, after the morning storm. Winds were strong- a tree fell on a powerline and we were without power for a while.
Allen and I went out to pick up some fried chicken at the store.
Hunkering down with kitty.
Next: back to work after all the birthday nonsense.