Friday morning: our neighbors call to inform us that the snow-covered roads to our cabin are once again open, so we immediately headed up for two nights.
Friday afternoon: the winds were howling! 4 large semi tractor/trailer trucks are laying on their sides next to the road. The 60+ mph winds blew them over as they attempted to come over the pass into Laramie.
Saturday: snowing and windy all day. The bird feeder keeps its lonely winter vigil below the back deck, while the family of beaver maintain a section of their pond ice-free for safe entry/exit.
View from the front door: Bull Mountain plays “peek-a-boo” with us all weekend, as wind-whipped snow comes and goes
Visiting the neighbors for a glass of wine. Sally dresses warmly in my grandmother’s old Michigan “northwoods” wool jacket which must be at least 50 years old and still doing its job
Sunday, the wind dies down to zero, the sun comes out and we entertain neighbors on the deck. It’s only 37 degrees, but the sun is so warm that no coats are needed!
The old Colorado weather maxim holds true – “If you dont like the weather, wait ten minutes”