Snow, really, at our elevation (1500 feet), wet, heavy, beautiful snow. This is my cute little bench and rock wall with snow.
We decided to take Buck and Cocoa for an off-leash walk and let them play in the snow. They had a ball! They'd take off and head up or down the hills, but surprisingly they came back each time. Many of you may recall that Buck has a history of running away. He's gotten much better at knowing that he actually lives with us.
On our street - Hammond - we ran into a tree that had fallen down across the road. The problem with wet, heavy snow, beautiful as it is, is that it can be quite damaging to trees. We saw several more down around the area and found out at the coffee shop that much of South Fork had no power, so much of South Fork had elected to show up at The Buckeroo for breakfast.
My Buckeroo, alias Baby Buck, alias Dumb S--t dog, took the lead on this part of the walk, but Cocoa wasn't far behind.
By mid-afternoon the snow was gone at our elevation, but still there in the hills and mountains above us.
Much as I wish it would have hung around a bit longer, maybe it's the fact that it doesn't that allows me to like it so much.
Those winters in Illinois, with fanny deep snow, were not so well loved. Nope.
How pretty it's been!
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