Wednesday morning we awoke to a sky of grey and big, fluffy flakes flurrying down. From the myriad of status updates, you’d think we’d never seen snow before. The way winter has been behaving thus far, it’s not far from the truth. Like many ski resorts, Bogus was a virtual ghost town; Wednesday just happened to be the day supporters planned a “Get Louder for Powder” party downtown.
How perfect is that?
And it was one of those perfect snowfalls, too–beautiful and hypnotic. Hard work shoveling, sure; but it made for good snowmen and snow angels, snow forts and snowball fights. It stayed just long enough for us to get it all done. By the afternoon, as clothes hung to dry and we gathered around vats of hot cocoa, the snow turned to rain; within 24 hours the snowman lay in a puddle on the ground.
We got our snow fix here in the valley; the mountain remains covered in snow. It’s all good.
And that’s my hope for you, dear friends . . . a weekend filled with unexpected fun and delight!
A perfect sort of weekend to you!