Sunday, December 21, 2008

Another Weekend of Snow

Roy cancelled his day trip to the big city (135 miles away) when he checked the latest weather report at 5 a.m. yesterday morning. Reportedly conditions were already bad in the direction his traveling would have taken him. His wife was very glad he made that decision.

After lunch we decided to hike our loop with snowshoes to start getting the trail packed. Our snow had started about mid-morning and by two o'clock when we got back, we had somewhere around 4" of new snow.

No, I am not tossing my cookies in this picture. But I sure was feeling the ol' muscle burn in my thighs and was trying to catch my breath after going up the steepest part of the trail. (Hey, let's have a little compassion here . . . I was breaking trail!)

Smarty-pants photographer who makes fun of my endurance (or lack thereof) gets pelted with snowball.

Help! It's the Abominable Snowman!

What does Zoey like more than a run in the woods? Nuthin'. (With her long legs hidden in the snow she looks like a little puppy in this shot. Actually, she'll be twelve years old in a couple of months.)

And this, dear people, is the scene looking out our front door, across the deck and into the yard first thing this Sunday morning. The snow has stopped but a wicked wind seems to be starting. Hmmm, the day could get interesting!


RuthieJ said...

Does Zoey not mind the snow and cold? I had Sophie out for about 5 minutes this morning and thought I was going to have to walk out in the yard and carry her back to the house! Of the 3 German Shorthairs we've had, she's the least tolerant of cold.

Mama Pea said...

Ruthie - Zoey definitely has longer hair than Sophie but these mornings that it's cold and we now have so much snow cover, we just about have to drag her out for morning duties. And, believe me, she's ready to come back in jiffy-quick. BUT all you have to do is say, "Wanna go for a walk?" (which means walk in the woods) to her and she'll stay out as long as you will. But all the time she's running, running, running so that probably keeps her warm.