The Storm Your Grandfather Walked To School In

New photos from Chihuahua Valley. I'm blowing my whole snow load on this post.

A pensive Rob before the storm. 

Does he know something we don't?

It came hard all night.

Flocking some of summer's favorite obstacles.

With unnavigable roads and snow covered sub-compacts the neighbor dogs were visably pissed.

We were feeling ambitious the morning after the snow came down and went for an Igloo. 

Long story short. Went big on the entry, got over it.

We then became distracted with warmer things.

Chores were impossible to accomplish.

The harsh conditions reduced this poor steer to its frame.

All is cold on the western front.