With a big dollop. I'd say we are closer to eight inches than six and the snow is still falling.
It must be snowing over a wider area than just the high elevations. When the scenic byway's snow plow doesn't come by several times a day that means he's busy.
That doesn't keep a number of fools off the road. Last night I even got a knock on the door, "May I borrow your phone. My four wheel drive won't engage." There is another fool stuck up there right now. They at least had the good fortune that a tow truck was right behind them.
There was so much snow on the scenic byway, a road grader was sent up the mountain at noon in front of the snow plow. Winter has entered with a big dollop.
Some where out there in a blizzard is one neurotic cat. Miss Collar has confinement issues. She is afraid of feeling trapped inside. It has not helped that strangers have been by two days in a row. Her confinement issues are exasperated by strangers. She knows how to hide in culverts at least. Her favorite culvert is close to the house under the driveway next door. She'll be fine. The snow is way too deep for her to come home.
I ain't shovelin' no driveways. She will just have to wait until it melts. I suspect she will be able to get out for church on Sunday. I parked my truck at the top of my driveway. I ain't shovelin' no driveways this winter.
Everybody drives slow on a snow covered scenic byway and peers down at a cozy cabin high on the low spot. They may think I am nuts living way up here.
I wave to fools passing slowly by and head back to a cozy little cabin where I am comfy as can be in the first big dollop of winter.