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Sherwood and I are snowed in! We had intended to depart today, but yesterday the snow piled up six to eight inches, and and we are at the end of a steep, half-mile dirt road. Hopefully we can escape tomorrow. We would not actually mind being snowed in, but I am expecting Layla to fly in and stay with me in LA on Friday, and there is more snow expected on Thursday.
Layla is coming in from Alaska. She had hoped for sunny warm weather in LA, not for ME to get snowed in!
Previously, on the very few occasions when I experienced snow, it was also bitterly cold and though I enjoyed looking at it from inside, I couldn't spend much time outside as I quickly got so cold that it was no longer fun. This time, it hasn't been all that cold, so I could take long walks in the snow and feel like the weather was no more than crisp and pleasant.
Yesterday I indulged this by hauling my parents, Dad's dog Heidi (carrying her beloved Squeaky, a blue rubber ball), and Sherwood to walk the entire length of the dirt road. It snowing lightly, but we were bundled up. Then, right before we hit the end of the road, we got hit by a mini snowstorm. Snow started pelting down as very tiny balls of ice crystals, like teeny hail. We then walked the whole length back with snow pelting down on us and piling up on our hat (Sherwood) and hood (me). And then escaped to my cabin, where we lit a fire and dried off.
I am staying at the cabin, which is downhill from the main house, so I walk back every night. Normally nights in Mariposa are pitch black due to the lack of light pollution. In snow, light reflects off the snow and makes it bright as day, though the light is blue-white rather than yellow-white. You can see easily, though colors are washed out - I can distinguish brown and yellow, but dark green leaves seem black.
The snow is fluffy, like cake flour that sticks to itself. My feet sink in way past my ankles.
My cabin outside...
And inside.
Layla is coming in from Alaska. She had hoped for sunny warm weather in LA, not for ME to get snowed in!
Previously, on the very few occasions when I experienced snow, it was also bitterly cold and though I enjoyed looking at it from inside, I couldn't spend much time outside as I quickly got so cold that it was no longer fun. This time, it hasn't been all that cold, so I could take long walks in the snow and feel like the weather was no more than crisp and pleasant.
Yesterday I indulged this by hauling my parents, Dad's dog Heidi (carrying her beloved Squeaky, a blue rubber ball), and Sherwood to walk the entire length of the dirt road. It snowing lightly, but we were bundled up. Then, right before we hit the end of the road, we got hit by a mini snowstorm. Snow started pelting down as very tiny balls of ice crystals, like teeny hail. We then walked the whole length back with snow pelting down on us and piling up on our hat (Sherwood) and hood (me). And then escaped to my cabin, where we lit a fire and dried off.
I am staying at the cabin, which is downhill from the main house, so I walk back every night. Normally nights in Mariposa are pitch black due to the lack of light pollution. In snow, light reflects off the snow and makes it bright as day, though the light is blue-white rather than yellow-white. You can see easily, though colors are washed out - I can distinguish brown and yellow, but dark green leaves seem black.
The snow is fluffy, like cake flour that sticks to itself. My feet sink in way past my ankles.
My cabin outside...
And inside.
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