Last night the canine crew and I experience the worst wind-shaking since we moved into the Best Little Trailer.
It felt like the wind was hitting us on all sides and it didn’t let up at all until well past midnight.
I suspect that’s when the snow started.
In the first light of day, while Bridget and Spike are still konked out under the covers, I prop myself on one elbow, lift a slat of the window blind over our bed, and peek out. All I can see in the dim light is white. Lots of white. Uh-oh.
Saturday morning, April 14th
The crew is beginning to stir. I quickly put on my black jeans and rummage around in the closet until I find my lined boots. Aha! Here they are. I also grab my Nanuck of the North coat. This hood will be better than my hat. That wind is back.
Bridget is the first one up.
I know she has to relieve herself as soon as she’s awake, so I open the door and step out. I back up with my camera poised. I want to catch her first reaction upon seeing this new world.
She’s stunned and hesitates, until the call of nature pulls her out the door into the cold, white stuff.
Next Spike comes around the corner. He stops at the door, takes one look, and goes back to bed.
Here’s what we saw out our door this morning.
Remember yesterday?
What a difference a day makes!
“Spikey! Get out of bed! You have to go out sometime!”
rvsue
P.S. Float your cursor over the photos!UPDATE!
1:25 p.m. Arizona time: Heavy snow and sleet blowing sideways! The crew and I were outside right before this second blast of snow. Wondering whether Rusty’s got enough wood, we brought some pieces from the PTV over to his camp. He slid open the wood panel in his door to say thanks. He’s got plenty of wood but said he appreciated having more. We came back home, slogging through the mud and snow.







