Snow Is A’Comin Down The Mountains

38 degrees Fahrenheit, 77% humidity and a wind that comes off the mountain like a runaway Mac Truck.  Strong winds moaned through my dreams and brought rain each time I awoke. This morning at about 6 AM, snow fell briefly down here at a mere 3,170 feet. It fell a lot more around the bowl of our valley.

The dogs, Buck, the lovely Quinn and Pax, who is almost invisible in the above picture, are invigorated by the cold. I am just damn cold. I knew I should have put on long johns! I know I’ve got one pair here somewhere that my sis got me many years ago. They are those thin, black tight type kind that don’t bunch up. Much as I may suffer from penis envy on occasion, bulky long johns are not a good substitute. They may look like something, but I still can’t write my name in the snow with pee, so I avoid them if possible.

This sure makes me happy that the goats are staying in their cozy stall today. They certainly have enough fleece to stay warm, but I want them to get used to it being their night time shelter. I am hoping that this is the same concept as leaving the hens locked in a new chicken house for a coupe of days. Time will tell if this is true. Looks like the teacher who drove in from Hamilton has snow packed under his truck…I think I will have more pictures for you later today. For now, here’s a couple more. On the right is snow on Ritter Butte, the view north of our cozy little house. On the left is Long Creek Mountain behind the school and the Seventh Day Adventist Church. The town appears to be waiting expectantly for the clouds to open up and I have work to do. So, later my dears.