This past week we were given a bountiful amount of snow. Driving hasn't been too bad, seeing as we have plows and other trucks that shovel the snow out of the way. The salt they pour onto the roads helps as well. Branson and I have been doing whatever we can to bundle ourselves up this winter. We've bought large amounts of hot chocolate and apple cider, dug out all the extra blankets and thick socks, adorned our leather coats, and we invested in fleece-lined gloves. I'd say we are good to go in the bundling department.
Last night Branson had work until 3 am. Normally that's not a problem, because I have a wacky sleep schedule anyway This time, however, was different. As I unlocked my car and went to get in, I noticed my car doors were frozen shut. So for a good long while, I heaved at my door handles trying to get the car open. Twenty minutes later I was able to open one of the back doors. Carefully, I crawled through the back into the driver's side, muttering angry thoughts about winter, and as I settled into my seat I realized another problem: my wind shield had sparkled into a large ice sheet. At this point I'm already frustrated, so knowing I'd have to climb back out and scrape the ice off just made me want to bash my face against the window. Another twenty minutes of elbow grease went into clearing off the ice on both the front and rear windows.
For those of you who are new to this blog, you will learn very quickly that I loathe winter. I grew up in Utah, so I'm accustomed to large amounts of snow. I never said I was accustomed to liking it. While it may look pretty when it falls, that, I'm afraid, is it's only virtue. Today I managed to talk Branson into going on a quick walk so I could capture some of the prettier snowy sights on my camera. One day we will leave these mountains, so I want pictures of all the seasons, including this death trap of snow.
Even though the snow is evil in my eyes, I am grateful for it. Without the long, freezing months, we would not have our water supply.
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