A Flatlander's Snow Story... 1994
In the fall of '93, we naively settled into our newly purchased 7,000-foot elevation mountain home, blissfully ignorant of the impending "snow-apocalypse."
Our builder, amidst fireside cocktails and tales of his ski-racing glory days, casually mentioned "snow load." I, in my flatlander innocence, dismissed it.
Spring of '94 delivered a brutal, hands-on education in snow removal. Turns out, it's not a cocktail hour activity š
But, looking back, that backbreaking "snow removal course" was surprisingly memorable, and something my wife and I would gladly repeat.
(These were taken on a film camera and scanned into photoshop)
A Flatlander's Snow Story... 1994
In the fall of '93, we naively settled into our newly purchased 7,000-foot elevation mountain home, blissfully ignorant of the impending "snow-apocalypse."
Our builder, amidst fireside cocktails and tales of his ski-racing glory days, casually mentioned "snow load." I, in my flatlander innocence, dismissed it.
Spring of '94 delivered a brutal, hands-on education in snow removal. Turns out, it's not a cocktail hour activity š
But, looking back, that backbreaking "snow removal course" was surprisingly memorable, and something my wife and I would gladly repeat.
(These were taken on a film camera and scanned into photoshop)