BLIZZARD

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My blizzard has come....and I am so loving it! I had to work for a little while this morning, so I headed out at 5:45 am on roads that I had never seen before. It was like driving in the arctic. The scenery was so unreal, and the snow hit your face unlike regular snow. It was a driving blinding snow. We closed down the motel at 10 a.m., and I got to come home early. Here's a few pictures from outside my house. I took a video up by the road until a snow plow came and almost took me out! lol. I'll try to post that.


I wish you could see the driving snow.....I haven't seen snow blow so hard sideways since the blizzard of '78. So cool.


The snow in some place came over my knee, which has to be over two feet deep! :)

Hunter and his friend Drew messed up the perfectly pristine picnic table with their tracks!

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Tina said…
You just take so much joy in too much snow, girl! Have fun!
Be blessed
T
March 9, 2008 at 4:48 PM
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