Down where we live, we do get snow in the winter. I was driving to town, and managed to capture SOME of the beauty of the clouds as they slowly started hovering in to cast forth their wares.
This was driving past A.A. Allen’s old camp grounds.
Driving from the Valley into the mountains.
Snow, and clouds.
More snow.
I love the snow on the mountains.
Maybe it seems silly to those who live in the areas that get large amounts of snow, but having previously lived in Florida (no snow) and living in Arizona (desert), I find snow (and rain) to be beautiful.
Early in the morning, I had seen Jordan off to work, and heard a loud noise that sounded like wind in the trees by the river, but there was no movement in the trees. Upon realizing this, I decided to take a walk down to the river with Lydia and see what was going on.
This is what I saw.
Our normally creek sized river had overflown it’s banks by quite a few feet. Later that day I noticed the US Geological Survey Team for Flooding was out observing the river.
When people ask if water ever flows in the river, I can assuredly say “YES!”