Snow Pictures

 

Snow Pictures! Yes you read that right. Peter does something different every day at his job. This week they (him and his boss) drove up to the highest elevation mountain for around here. It is called Breckenridge.  We are having another snow storm starting tonight, well not us because we are in the valley. The mountain areas. We might get more rain though.

 

Anyway they drove and drove until they got to this little dirt road. Until they reached the top. They had some work to do up there. The next time they go, they will have to take the snow cat for a hour or a hour and a half. I guess they go once a month. I just can't imagine getting paid to go do fun stuff like that for a job.

 

We didn't have snow last year, so this just amazes me so much.  You know how you read books about the year there was no summer? I think of the Long Winter by Laura Ingalls Wilder. It was 1816
I think we have just gone through 4 years of no winters. So these snow pictures are just magical to me.

 

If you look through that empty place on that hill beyond the trees, you can see the valley. I love that fresh snow with just a few foot prints and tracks.

 

Look at the icicles!! Already! I wish I could have taken pictures from my house that day because you could see the snow on the very tip top of Breckenridge. It was so nice to see it. Today it is too hazy to see it.

I am sure I won't be so excited about Peter getting to go there when they have to travel up and back in the snow cat. Now I of course, wish I could tag along. I wonder if I can tell Peter to ask if they can have a "Bring Your Mom to Work Day." Next time they go. It seems like such a nice job and a nice place to work. They have some kind of party every Friday. This last Friday was Smores day.

 

I want to thank Peter for letting me post his pictures. It was terrible the way I browbeat, begged and pleaded. just waited patiently for these pictures.

I hope you have a wonderful day.

~Kim~

“Is it snowing where you are? All the world that I see from my tower is draped in white and the flakes are coming down as big as pop-corns. It's late afternoon - the sun is just setting (a cold yellow colour) behind some colder violet hills, and I am up in my window seat using the last light to write to you.”
― Jean Webster, Daddy-Long-Legs ( A lovely book, that and Dear Enemy)