A new snow storm moved over Juneau last night. This morning, it blocked our view of mountains, islands, and clouds. But I was ready to accept what we could see—clouds of snow flakes clinging to the neighborhood spruce or fluttering to the ground.
It took an hour to shovel out a path for our car to reach the street. From there, with care, we were able to creep down the steep downtown streets and work our way out to Montana Lake. We normally head out there on sunny days when we can see the glacier and its surrounding mountains sparkling with sunshine.
We push ahead though the forest on a newly laid ski trail. It’s a time for enjoying the simplified view. Any thoughts or concerns I carried as I stepped into my skis disappeared a-half-mile down the trail. From there I just enjoyed the ski’s rhythms, stopping for time to time to look at surprising designs in the trail-side alders that were almost over-burdened by the fresh snow.
Beautiful! Reminds me so much of our own “backyard” here next to Yellowstone & the Grand Tetons. We are both truly blessed. xo
Lovely to view but what happened to the little dog
She had a great trip, running back and forth between her people, stopping to visit with other dogs. On days like this, when soft snow covers the trail, Aki loves tp plunge her head into it and then shake until most of the snow flies off. One of the photos shows this. Dan
Do hope that you are going to make a book about Aki and travels.