Megsie

My friend Kelsey posted a link to this website and while the site itself is not really my thing, the banner ads are stupendous. Also the comments.

I love the snow. I wish we had more of it this winter. Maybe I just miss Idaho winters. No, not the drab pollution of Boise’s endless always-winter-but-never-sunny winters, but the gorgeous, magical mountain snows on alpine firs. Or maybe I really am the White Witch.

I’m in love with the snow. I probably wouldn’t enjoy it so much if I had to brave the commute, but since I don’t have to (and actually can’t) drive anywhere, and instead get to curl up by the fire with a cup of coffee and watch the snow fall outside, I’m enjoying it immensely. Don’t begrudge me that, grumpy worker bees.

This picture is from a walk yesterday to Lake Wilderness. The weather was frigid, and the temparture dropped rapidly as soon as the sun went down, but I’m tough. I proved this the night before, when I ran around barefoot on the lawn in three inches of newly-fallen snow. This a family tradition, begun by me, and perpetuated almost entirely by me since my brothers were typically too wimpy to participate (or, as they said, “sane”). My other traditions include wading in the ocean in the winter and going swimming under snow-melt alpine waterfalls. So really, anything to do with water in varying states of frigidity.