Frozen

Just some photos from the past few weeks.

My two younger daughters got busy making a small tunnel in the snow.
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I was rather surprised that it worked.

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And found it really funny when they climbed through it.

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This was the most snow we’ve ever had since living here.  The snow never melted between snowfalls, thanks to the Polar Vortex.

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After a while, I wasn’t sure where we’d end up putting the snow.

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It got really hard to find room.

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These are condos on the lake across the street from where my husband works.  The lake is under 6 inches of ice.

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During the winter they have to pull the dock in.

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Apparently, the fire department comes out to test the ice and as long as it’s thick enough, they allow snowmobiling on top of the lake.

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The snow was sometimes fun, sometimes annoying, and rather beautiful at times, but I’m really ready for spring to come.

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About Casey

“the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes ‘Awww!’ ~ Jack Kerouac, On The Road Again
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