What it looks like where I am.

And this is all yesterday, before it decided to snow just an eensy bit more. Of course, this is the most snow I encountered on my entire trip across I-90, rivaled only maybe by Lookout Pass. It's enough snow to cancel the last two days of my little sister's semester and cave in our pool's winter cover – probably by tearing the brass fasteners straight out of our wood deck. Our poor bunny is living in our shop for the time being.




My dad's telescope mount (about chest high), which is buried up to the counterweight (mid-thigh high).

The most impressive, I think. Consider that that pile in front of you comes nearly to my hips.