In our own snow globe, knee deep in some areas and waist deep depending on ones size, guided by the contrast of the towering rock walls we hoot and hallered, cried and sang, depending who you were, all the way down the slope.
Today our little fur family awoke to find a nice surprise. After falling asleep to our very own natural fountain of rain drops we awoke to fresh snow. This being even more important to us who are spending our winter here in Chamonix with the main purpose to ski. If you have read the news for our local area the snow has found itself in most places it’s not suppose to be like Seattle and Texas and than a few spots it should like Whistler and the Methow. But the Alps have been waiting patiently for mother nature to share with us her winter specialty.
Now with legs like noodles and rosy cheeks, a cup of tea and a warm fire I am envisioning what tomorrow will bring.