Abundance of Snow III (January 19th)
By now, being snowbound is really getting old. I put on my heavy snow boots - sometimes adding YakTrax for better traction - Goretex jacket, insulated Seattle Sombrero (rain hat) and two layers of gloves to take the dogs on walks of a mile or so around the neighborhood. Things are strangely, peacefully quiet for midweek - schools are closed, as are most businesses. Very few cars are on the roads. Enough snow/sleet still falls all day that most people are staying inside. I notice that most of us who are venturing outside, on foot, are being led by happy - and very energetic - dogs.
Back at the house, we're bored. Very bored.
|Meadow expressing her boredom.|
|Finn - toy in mouth - joins Meadow on the deck to see if he can lighten her languor.|
|Finn manages to get a minor reaction our of Meadow.|
|Maia the Referee comes out, just in case someone actually starts playing. With nothing to referee, she commences eating hardened snow, one of her favorite treats.|
|Maia scrapes the hard snow to eat, using her toenails and front lower teeth. Not sure why she loves it so much but she's done this her entire life.|
|Finn succumbs to the collective ennui.|
I give serious thought to taking Finn for a nighttime run. The snow on neighborhood roads is sufficiently packed to make a decent running surface. At night there would be even fewer cars on the roads, and there's something wonderfully cathartic about running through a dark, silent, snow-covered city. But the ice storm that pelted the region all day left trees weakened from the weight of iced-over snow; limbs are falling throughout the region and lots of folks have been without power for a day or longer. I decide the reward of a run - for me, and Finn - isn't worth the risk. We can wait.
After a week of this - unable to get to the forest trails I so love to run, or even run much from home - I find myself wishing for a Pineapple Express to quickly melt all this white stuff away.