How To Disappear Completely

Going Strong

They've shut down I-25, Academy, and pretty much all the other major arteries of traffic through Colorado Springs. My grandparents won't be coming till Saturday. People abandon their cars on the roadside. The weather alert tells us not to leave the house except for emergencies (i.e. "We have better things to do than rescue stupid mall-shoppers...")

This is Denver's 4th worst storm (supposedly, I am not sure what they are comparing this blizzard to). Apparently we are famous worldwide. According to Philip B., even people from Serbia know about this storm.

I think we'll have a White Christmas after all...

I have a room in the basement. I woke up to this:

The outside perspective

Notice how there are seven foot drifts next to bare ground. Not atypical of where we live. It's the biting, blinding wind that does it.

Snow, snow, everywhere

The old doghouse, on the back porch

Anna, snowshoeing across the drifts (that's our barn in the background)

We always said it was hard for Anna to make up her mind. She prefers to sit on the fence...

Our little range pony, snug in the barn...

We have this crazy Christmas tradition in which my dad takes this Santa ornament and hides it in a different spot every day. The rest of us then have to find Santa. Usually we just forget, till a moment of serendipitous discovery...the absurd at its finest...we are suddenly made aware of the things-at-hand...