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!