I knew it was over when my bedroom lit up last night with some high powered beams from above. The full moon was shining on fresh snow. It was bright.
Pure sunlight on fresh snow is pretty intense too.
I shoveled my way up to the byway and around the truck, preparing for tomorrow's escape.
I have an excellent snow plow driver. It's 10:30 am, the morning after the blizzard at 4000 foot elevation.
The roadside vegetable garden is a smooth blanket of white.
Amber waves stand tall after a mighty wind and ten inches of half wet snow.
I shoveled the escape route. That was enough. The snow was too wet and thick for trudging any further.