A small collection pictures taken through my dirty truck window in Philly while Joe navigated Broad St, and late evening yesterday as Peter and I walked around the Rookery in Littleton.
On Dec 13, date of Boston’s record early snowfall (10 inches here), garage doors are on (awesome job Ryan!), and garage is christened!
And, Dave plows our driveway, exactly to plan!
Matt,
I measured eight inches of freshly fallen snow on our deck bench at about 8 PM. Call it a wet welcome back to New England.
Joe and I will be knocking on your door tomorrow at around 1 PM.
Dad
This from Matt. Unlike, or maybe having learned my lesson, that past vocab quiz Matt sent, I’m not posting my score. This one is just as much fun. BirdBrain should beat us all to a pulp.
Michael,
The day before yesterday we finally got some snow around here. About a foot of lovely powder fell on Boulder county early Sunday morning. So Katie and I decided to take advantage of it before it disappeared in a chinook or one of those dratted warm spells. The County’s Open Space has a nice preserve 5 miles west of town at about 8000′. It has 3 or 4 miles of walking/jogging/skiing trails, and that’s where we headed. A few other snow lovers were out hiking, snowshoeing and XC skiing there, but the trails were remarkably untracked. One of the benches near the trailhead had a foot of fresh powder on it, so I tried pressing my hand into it, and got the snow to compress about 8 inches. As usual, the fresh powder was impossible to make snowballs out of (it’s only fault!)
I enclose 2 pictures of us on our skis.
–rakkity
I drove by Dan’s on my way to work (btw, Jennifer, he lives right off 2A)
and on the way home.
I drove by Dan’s on my way to work (btw, Jennifer, he lives right off 2A)
and on the way home.
Mike,
Two months ago, Beth & I drove up to the Pawnee National Grasslands in the northeast corner of Colorado, close to the borders of Wyoming, Nebraska, and Kansas. We wondered if it was like the Kansas prairie that we drove through last January, or like the prairie that your father grew up in. It turned out to be drier and windier than we expected. So windy it was, we had to drop our plan of hiking to the Pawnee Buttes, the most mountain-like things the early settlers saw on their travel west to the Rockies. In gusts, we could barely stand up. It’s an ideal place for wind power mills, and that’s where most of Colorado’s wind power comes from.
This contains an embedded movie of some tumbling tumbleweeds, to provide a touch of the spirit of the winds.
–rakkity
I reckon there’s a Minnesotan who clicked on this link and promptly passed out. You see, Matt and I usually wait until the last minute when the only trees remaining have bare spots like clear cuts and pine needles like sewing needles. And, typically, we haven’t gotten off our lazy behinds until prompted by the chief decorator, FierceBaby.
Don’t know is my answer. Diane asked me to do our banking and while I was out I just figured it’d be good to get one more chore done.
Where’s the robe?
   