The new year blew in the first real snow storm of the winter. It dallied, it teased, it was nearly a half day late of when the flurries were predicted and for much of the day the ranch walked the line between sunshine and impending change.
About seven inches landed up here in the back of the ranch, but the drifts are over a foot deep. It was a calm, quiet, still snowfall, but the winds of winter here soon returned to normalcy. The ranch is nearly white, save for tall grasses and sage patches not yet buried, but the shift to a white landscape is notable, and quite welcome for January.
I have had several requests to report on road conditions, how Moon Bug is doing in the cold and fresh powder, which roads and routes might be open, etc… At the moment, I haven’t a clue, nor do I want one. Not really snowed in, but two miles from a vehicle besides Moon Bug means the winter isolation is starting to return. I have no interest in leaving such a moment and am reveling in the solitude and stillness.