WE MADE IT THROUGH ANOTHER SHORT LIVED WINTER STORM AND A LOOK BACK TO LONE PINE CALIFORNIA

 IT SURE WAS A SNOWY FRONT YARD WE WOKE UP TO THIS MORNING

The storm's big winds came before the snow did so there were no power outages that I know of.  The snowfall during the night left us with about six to ten inches and had the temperatures remained below freezing, that snow would have been light and fluffy this morning and easy to deal with.  However, our temps went up to above freezing and that left this morning's snow with a high water content making each shovel full very heavy.  Great for making a snowman or building a snow fort.  Not being into that as much as I once was I had to deal with the snow using a shovel.  Not nearly as much fun as building snow forts.  

 THIS GIVES YOU AN IDEA OF HOW MUCH SNOW CAME DOWN AND THAT LITTLE JUNCO IS TRYING TO FIGURE OUT HOW TO GET TO THE BIRDSEED UNDER ALL THAT SNOW 

I HOPE A MONTH FROM NOW THERE WILL NOT BE ONE SPECK OF SNOW LEFT IN OUR YARD

 OUR SNOW STREET

With the Jeep in four-wheel drive Pheebs and I laid down fresh tracks around Bayfield's cemetery roads.  After driving over and widening the tracks a couple times it was out of the Jeep we hopped and took ourselves for a nice walk.

 A QUIET MORNING IN THE BAYFIELD CEMETERY

 I WALKED IN THE TIRE TRACKS.....PHEEBS NOT SO MUCH

 SNOW PLOWS WERE BUSY

 A LOT OF FOLKS WERE BRUSHING SNOW OFF THEIR CARS

 ALL KINDS OF MACHINES OUT PLOWING

 HEADING HOME IT WAS VERY HEARTENING TO SEE THE SKIES CLEARING

 AND THE BAYFIELD RIVER IS ALMOST FREE OF ICE AGAIN

By the time we got home a short time later, the Sun had popped out and was already at work with its warming rays, digging into the new-fallen overnight snow.  Didn't take me long to get outside with my shovel and lend a hand.

 THAT PILLAR OF SNOW ON THE LEFT IS ONE VERTICAL SHOVEL LOAD OF SNOW TIPPED ON END

I finished my book The Last Englishman by Keith 'Fozzie' Foskett.  This was a great read from start to finish.  It is amazing the endurance, stamina, and determination some people have when they set their sights on accomplishing something.  And that unwavering determination is quite evident in this book as the author totally focused on finishing his hike along the Pacific Crest Trail from Mexico to Canada.  Despite the rattlesnakes, bears, below-freezing temperatures, cold rain, and snow up to his waste, Fozzie and his everchanging trail mates powered through seemingly impossible odds.  Hiking through the Sierra Nevada Mountain Range in California he mentioned another small town that he sidetracked into to re-supply.  That town is called Lone Pine and Kelly and I spent a week there twelve years ago in mid-March.  I will leave you with the links highlighting our days in Lone Pine including the day we arrived and the day we left.  What a great memorable week we had.  Remember to click on the smaller photos to enlarge them.........

Our Last Day In Joshua Tree National Park before heading to Lone Pine California

Boondocked In The Evening Shadow Of Mount Whitney

Hopalong Cassidy, Gene Autry, Roy Rogers...Today We Did The Cowboy Museum

Manzanar...The Way It Was  (Japanese Internment Camp during the Second World War)

In Search Of Randolph Scott's Campfire...54 Years Later

Jeeping Around In The Alabama Hills

It's Time To Get The Big Wheels Rolling Again

Today We Descended Into The Valley Of Death after leaving Lone Pine California.

A few words about Al's Music Box.  I have been listening to music for as long as I can remember and since acquiring our first computer back in about 1998 I have gathered together my own music collection going as far back as the 1940s.  All the songs you hear in my 'music box' are personal favorites of mine with each one of them bringing back memories of places, happenings, eras, periods of time, and many of the people I have met over the past 78 years.  I'm sure when my mother brought me home from the hospital all those decades ago there would have been a radio playing somewhere in the house or a 78 rpm record on an old phonograph that my little days-old ears would have heard.  Or maybe it was my mother playing 'Greensleeves' on the piano.  Whatever it was, music has been my steady companion ever since:))

Al's Music Box:)) Scarborough Fair by Simon and GarfunkelGROANER'S CORNER:((  During a terrible storm, all the highway signs were covered with snow. The following spring, the state decided to raise all the signs twelve inches at a cost of six million dollars. “That’s an outrageous price!” said a local farmer, “but I guess we’re lucky the state handled it instead of the federal government.” “Why’s that?”  “Because knowing the federal government, they’d decide to lower the highways.”

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If someone has a mid-life crisis while playing hide & seek, does he automatically lose because he can't find himself?

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