Better if you go up a few feet.
Some things are so close but so far away.
How deep is the snow? Ask California Creek.
I hate to see that sun go down.
At Maverick, the party is in the bar, where the ski patrol band was playing "Wagon Wheel" and we were invited to the baked potato potluck fundraiser.
The baby, however, finds the party out on the ski rack.
The state highway over the Continental Divide roughly from Anaconda to Wise River is never short on adventure. This year the north side of the pass featured the largest frost heave I've ever seen (and that includes the Alaska Highway). Last week the south side was featuring an ice dam which had forced French Creek across the road. For more than 100 yards we had thick hard ice, running water, and deep ruts. We traveled the entire route without seeing pavement, and often having to power through drifts crossing the road.
Technically, "chinook" referns to a wind that is warmed by the downward rush of air from a mountain. Colloquially, it's used to refer to almost any spell of warm weather. We had the colloquial version last week, which sent the temperature from -23 to 44 in four days, and removed about a foot from the valley's snowpack in seven.
Thankfully, it's snowing again.
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