Memories

Remember the firepit? After our first big storm of Monday, there is not even a suggestion of it in the above picture. The beautiful flowers that graced the deck are now big mounds of snow next to a frosty moose scupture. And the cabin? Well, you may not even remember that ( except as the domain of the alpha squirrel ) because this is the only time of year it can be seen from this distance. No question now, while the rest of you are savouring the last of fall, we have definitely settled into wintertime.

Yesterday I strapped on YakTrax to my boots and hoofed my way up Old Pass Road. There were no other walkers but the snowboarders who had been there earlier had packed the snow enough that it was possible to walk up. There were a good number of skiers coming down after having skinned up( skins are strapped to the skis and you sort of slide yourself upward). Pretty soon the road will belong entirely to those who slide and I will spend months missing what our Mary calls The Devil's Slab.