White stuff

After at least two weeks of waiting for snow and getting really sick of having to choose between a long run/hike, a short run, running intervals, or strength on the back porch, I finally got what I wanted: SNOW!  And…more snow.  And more snow.  And lots of wind.  I should have been more careful with what I asked for–now there was so much snow and it was so windy and stormy each day that Karl up at the Snow Farm couldn’t groom–if he could even see where to go, the trails just blew back in right behind him.  One day I woke up to howling wind and pouring rain,  and after leaving for his snow-blower-testing job at 5:00 am, Nils was back by 8:30 because the road up the mountain was totally closed.   It was a tough time for me–I went running down in Hawea, surrounded by sparkly snowy white mountains, and just stared longingly up into them the whole time–if the rain stopped and the clouds were high enough to see them, that is.