Snow, Snow, Wherefore Art Thou?

The land in our particular part of our county goes up quite steeply to the north. It levels off after hitting a ridge approximately two miles away as the crow flies. This ridge forms two distinct micro climates. Below the ridge, we are warmer in the winter and colder in the summer. A good illustration of this was the weather last week when we got all the rain but up over the ridge, it was all snow for them.

The farm where we get our milk is up over the ridge and the main road going there is a steady incline and often snow-covered and/or icy in the winter. Because of this, Roy and I have an arrangement. I go to get milk in the spring, summer, and fall. In the winter, he takes his turn. (So now you know that I'm a real wimp driving on anything other than dry surfaces.)

This past Tuesday when he went to get milk, I decided to ride along. The temp was hovering around 0°, and we didn't want to have to take a vehicle out two times so we combined our errands. First a few quick stops in and around town and then we headed up to the dairy.

The farther up we drove, the more beautiful the scenery became. We went from a few inches of snow cover at our place to . . . how much? I don't know, but it's a whole hay of a lot more than we have.

Can you see the very top of this fence line going diagonally across the middle of the picture? Granted, it's drifted snow, but still very impressive.

This is the farm's mail box along with a couple others at the end of the little gravel road leading to their place.

And then back down into the snowless Rain Belt, here is our mail box along with a couple others.

Snow lovers that we are, perhaps we should have located up over the ridge!