Snow.

Snow.

Turned 43. Nice looking moon this morning.

Took the trash to the transfer station in Wallingford, then parked at the town fields to walk the dogs, but the snow was too deep for them to run around in it.

Walked the dogs over to the cemetary, but once again, the snow was too deep, so i walked 'em along a dirt road for a while.

Morning after another snow.

I'd been working in the sign shop all week and i was supposed to be back on the hill today but i decided to stay home since i didn't feel well. Ended up staying pretty much in bed for the next 3 days.

Drove to work, but then felt so wiped out that i went right back home (after stopping at the store for orange juice and cold medicine).

Finally felt relatively better. I started my morning hike up to the NorthStar lift early, and since the lifts didn't open until 9:00, i hiked all the way up to the top of the pull above the half-pipe. That allowed my to take my first pipe run of the year.

Drove over to Ron Dean's house for his annual Christmas "Orphans Dinner".

Pretty day. The near-full moon was sitting right over the mountain in the morning.

When i got home i was petting Seera over the fence and she jumped up and caught me in the face with her toenail. Ow ow ow.

The scar from Seera's pawnail.

Another pretty morning.