Karl and I took our late afternoon walk on snow so cold that it squeaked, with sunshine so bright, the white mountain tops hurt my eyes.
I stocked firewood as the sun set and the alpenglow crept up the mountainside. The mountain tops glowed orange-pink for as long as it took me to walk down the driveway and get the mail.
Remnants of the day.
Afternoon sunshine, Karl on guard.
This morning…VERY cold with brilliant sunshine…on our loop walk.
The forecast from Friday has been accurate. It changed from messy and slushy to cold and now very cold – it is 1F as I write this Monday morning.
But, yesterday, although in the mid-teens with a brisk north wind, it felt good to be out. I drove to Lakeside, on the west side of Flathead Lake stopping at “The Docks” to look across the lake, toward home.
I walked with Karl at our usual spot in Somers, past the Ice House, past where the foxes live, around the rocky cliffs and back. A cold walk seemed less cold as Karl and I made re-acquaintance with a Somers’ resident who we both knew from years ago when we lived in different places…funny, small world :)!
And then, the road home, with the sun still shining and the mountains in the clear.