We walked around as the storm was ending. The temps were in the upper twenties, but dropped steadily during the evening and plummeted overnight. This morning it’s minus one and feels like minus 14. Tomorrow is supposed to be colder and snowy, again.
The middle of January is half way from December 1 to March 1, and so far, January has been warm and rainy, in NJ, but not here, today. The dirt road was muddy when we drove in, but now is snowy and frozen. Last night we braved the chill and ate at Molly’s and saw 1917 at the Nugget.
Today looks like an inside day, but tonight we are going to Pine for dinner with Ann and Roger.
If you’ll allow me a moment of reflection, I was struck by a scene in the movie last night as a metaphor for old age. British soldiers were attacking the German lines, they climbed out of the trenches and charged across a field with their buddies as the bullets were flying and bombs exploding. One by one or two or three they fell, dead or wounded. The further they got, the more likely they were to being a casualty. Sorry about that whiney thought.
NJ Sunday, weather permitting.
During the storm, everything is white, as soon as it stops, the trees and roofs start to shed the snow.
White world.
Queen of the snowshoers with snowy dogs.
It got very windy with blowing and drifting snow.
When we arrived, the cover was pretty thin.
Kaley with souvenirs of our walk.
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