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I'm so over snow..

The Snow can melt now....Anything more than a dusting and I'm up to my butt in snow and it does get cold.




So, here we are at the end of June and I'm still playing in the snow. The snow is still about 3-4' deep at the summit of HWY 410 in Washington.
















Looking East from the summit.
















Going up to the summit.















And one should always know where they have been.















And where they are going.

And thanks to HWY 123 being closed, I had a 150 mile detour instead of the 30 miles on HWY 123. Can someone say "CRAP"

Comments

Me said…
Seriously? Snow in Washington at this time of year?

The view in the photos is fabulous. I say that as I look out my patio door and see corn. More corn. And... yep, more corn.

;)
WickedHamster said…
Oh my! Poor chilly little rodent!
Kelsgarden said…
Oh, and you should have seen the freeze when he got home 2 hours late.
WickedHamster said…
Eeeeeeee!!! Poor, poor little rodent!
Anonymous said…
I thought I told him 123 was closed, or was it 321 chug a beer??

I can't remember...

Cold medicine and scotch do make good bedfellows.

:-)
volvomom said…
OK, seeing this while it's 100 degrees here just freaks me out. I don't know why. Maybe I need to cut back on the grad school classes and go to bed.
Woodchuck said…
Yes, sleep is good. Just relax and close your eyes and dream of hot coffee cups jumping the fence.
Bert said…
Give me a C

C!

Give me an R

R!

Give me an A

A!

Give me a P

P!
Travel said…
Oh Shit!
Stay warm and rest. Call the nest and let the family know when you are behind schedule.

DG

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