The snow is disappearing fast now. We had a few days where it stayed above freezing during the depth of the overnight, and thus, a soupy, mudding mess has formed. I would surmise a two plus foot drop in average snow depth in less than a week. It feels lovely to see bare earth return, but even more so to hear bird chirping with the daily sunrise. Moths now bump my windows when dusk arrives and interior lighting begins, so the shift is also shifting my mood. The newness of Spring is exciting.
I left the mountain over the weekend; a mere six miles from here, there is no snow, no mud, no remnants of this past winter. The air is lighter, warmer, and smells of new life and growth, growth that will soon appear upon my mountain top as well. Fresh salad greens, vegetables, fruit, and another tray of eggs, and life is again normal upon my summit.
The truck is now 5.5 miles from the house, not 8. Next Saturday I plan to relocate it to the three mile marker, in two wheel drive, as this snow continues to vanish. We have drifts upon Schierl and upper Merlot, still in the several feet range, even though there are bare patches in others, so Moon Bug is still needed for the last three miles for another few weeks, I surmise.