We've just removed our socks since the woodstove is close to overpowering us. I'm listening to the ice pellets raining down, pelting the front of the house like sand, as our wintry mix shape-shifts to its latest form. It's a frosty 25F with a swirling wind outside, but well past 80F in here. Righteous.

The day was unimpressive, snowing at dawn, but I fully expected the road to be passable. It was, half the way down, until the sharpest switchback, where two neighbors had lightly collided on the ice.

By then, the road was packed hard, dreadfully slick, and the traffic was starting to build up. After some neighborly chats, I punted and went back home, too lazy to put the chains on the car. But it looks pretty tough in the snow:

The Sube parked in the neighbor's drive to let traffic pass

This guy spun the truck a full-360, twice, before giving up and heading home

And the joy of the day was my girls, playing together in the snow, sharing the sled and mostly getting along. They had the day off from school for a teacher work-day, so we're not getting charged for a snow day today, but the email just came with news of the Wednesday closing.

Zooooooommmmm

Thankfully, they tend to run out of momentum before reaching the woodpile.

Winter on the mountain is a pain sometimes, but gathering the red-cheeked kiddos around the fire and later for some hot-chocolate was pretty homey. For me, I worked on the laptop at the kitchen table, tending the fire and such, while watching the snow fall at the big windows. Tomorrow, another day of working from home for me.