I am in Tahoe
There is much snow
I own snow pants
They go zip-zop.
(in honor of Jammies and Calvin)
Yes, indeed, I am in the far west, nestled in the little elbow of Nevada and California. It's rather strange for me, a Florida girl, to be in thigh deep snow, with more coming down. It apparently started snowing when I arrived. It's been at it since. Blizzardy, in fact.
I create the weather desired for any given trip, but it only works the first time. The MIL and the Husband are ecstatic about the fresh powder and the deep pack. I have no idea what these phrases mean, but I assume it has something to do with strapping sticks to your feet and sliding down mountains. I eschew such silliness. There is a fireplace and a nice window where I can sit and look at all the snow I want.
There is not, however, easy access to the Interwebinet, so my updates shall be on the brief side until I return home. Then, I shall relay many stories about falling in snow, post pictures, and generally be boring about travel.
At least it isn't a slide show in my living room.
For better diversion, check out something Rien revived from the misty past. Ah, he is, indeed, my favorite Dutchman. I like him better even than Rutgar Hauer, which is saying something.