Once in awhile, a day dawns so jaw-droppingly gorgeous that I can't stop looking out the windows.
It's really very distracting.
In today's case, we've just spent the past 24 hours being pelted by a storm. I think the gorgeousness is Mother Nature's way of saying sorry that you had to shovel for hours.
Which is fine. Because I wasn't the one shoveling, Alpha Man was.
I went snow shoeing beneath 300 foot tall towering pines laden with heavy snow ...
Twice they unloaded on me and made my hair frizzy. Bastards. No, I don't have a picture of that. It's too scary.
Frat Boy and I went for a snow shoe to the cliff.
Where Frat Boy roused a very unhappy, premenstrual raccoon and then nearly caused an avalanche, so we called it a day and headed home for cookies.