Flathead Lake in Winter

Saturday, Karl and I went to Wayfarer’s Park on Flathead Lake – a favorite walking spot just south of Bigfork. I didn’t know how our usual path would be for walking so headed all the way to the boat ramp parking area.

It was not as cold as it looks in the photos. It was nearly 40 and I was comfortable with no gloves and no hat.

Most of the snow beach is under water in the summer. There were a couple of candidates for my Flathead Lake Monster.

Karl had a good roll in the snow…

and he smiled.

Sunny Friday

The sun was out today and while it no longer looks like winter wonderland in Whoville, the sun was wonderful. The sun was actually warm and shortly into our walk, both Karl and I were a bit on the too warm side.

A short break…in the shade.

Onward.

The good, the bad and the ugly from the last 2 days of warm-up: good that the roof is clear, bad that the driveway is an ice rink and ugly all the tree drippings and needles on the once white snow.

Bob thought the snow tasted quite good.

All in all, a very nice sunny Friday.

Smile, Karl

It was considerably above freezing yesterday morning and raining. It continued until late afternoon when a warm breeze picked up. It is a drippy, slushy, icy mess. We are all a bit crabby…

…and sleepy.

Smile, Karl.

Maybe tomorrow.

Bob’s dilemma(s)

Several weeks ago when it was bitterly cold – into the minus 20’s at night and plus or minus zero during the day, Bob did not venture out. He wanted to go out… He would go to the slider and scratch to go out…

One sniff of the very cold air and he changed his mind. He then headed for the front door because maybe the weather was better out that way??

Another sniff and back inside looking daggers at me. Bob holds me responsible for the weather. This makes a lot of sense in Bob’s “world”. I am the provider of food, water, shelter, lap and bed. Why wouldn’t I also be in charge of the weather??? Thankfully, Bob remembers where the food comes from and forgives me for the weather.

Once the temperature rose above 10, Bob ventured back out. He hates using a litter box unless absolutely necessary. As soon as it was bearable, he was out for a short bit. That pesky snow sticks to feet…

As it got into the 20’s, Bob decided to go out for a bit of hunting. He headed for the woodpiles, a favorite spot for small critters. Bad news – the wood piles are under a couple feet of snow. He looked around mystified as to how the hunting grounds had disappeared.

No sense standing around in the snow.

Head for home…

…and a nap.