Oh the weather outside is frightful.
It has been bitterly cold here the last several days. It started snowing on Friday afternoon and kept up for 24 hours, coming down like big airy cottonballs at first. I bundled all four kids up for a play in the backyard that afternoon. And it was a good thing we did because we haven't been out of the house much since. The cloud cover has lifted and sun has come out, hello deep freeze.
We did get out to a few Christmas parties on the weekend, but made sure to suit up even for the short car rides. Today the kids and I enjoyed a quiet morning here at the Packham house, resting up after all the socializing over the past few days.
Despite the welcomed snowfall, our poor local ski resort was battered this weekend by a deluge of crisis after crisis. With the lack of snow thus far into the season, the hill has remained unopen, that is until they optimistically started up the lifts on Friday to the public.
Unfortunately with the amount of snow that came down that day and ensuing night, the new owners found themselves in the middle of power outages, broken down lifts, and stranded guests on windswept chairlifts. And that was just Friday! Saturday turned from bad the worse when the temperatures plummeted, freezing their waterlines and bursting pipes.
They soon recoiled, have closed down and are hiding out in the lodge praying to Ular, I am quite sure. (Ular is the much revered God of Snow and all things Ski-related). And although sunrays at this time in this valley are rare and elusive, I too am praying for some cloud cover, a hike in temperatures and another dump of snow, for Whitewater and for my own sake.
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.