It is nice to know that the weather forecasters in Canada are just as bad as the ones in Colorado. A one inch prediction of snow turns into three inches and 2 inches turns into 6 inches. I am sure the opposite is true as well, just as it is in Colorado. Since there was a fair bit more snow than predicted, M and I decided to take advantage and head back up to Revelstoke Mountain Resort again today. It turned out to be a very good decision.
Away down the road we drove,
To Meadows in the Sky.
Out of the car for some snowshoeing
Ourselves we did hove.
Steamboat claims to have very good “champagne” powder. I can now tell you that Revelstoke has powder so dry and light that it was barely able to fall to the ground. We awoke this morning to a solid 8 or so inches of brand new snow on top of whatever we had yesterday. There is a street light just outside the house that allows us an excellent view of what the weather is doing at night or in the pre-dawn darkness. As I watched the snow out the window this morning, I had the impression that it was struggling to sink because of its lightness.
Today began a bit earlier than expected as Moose has not yet learned time change correction math. He has been studying diligently, but subtracting an hour from his normal get up time has him stumped. He and I managed to make our way down the street about a quarter of a mile to the Revelstoke greenbelt, which for those of us in Colorado is called a bike path. An inch or so of new snow had arrived overnight, but Moose and I were able to navigate through it without too much difficulty. Being as this was a new place for Moose and I, there was much sniffing to be done and many p-mails to leave along the way. Moose is fairly cautious in new places though and we did not get quite as far down the path as I would have liked before he made us turn around and head home.
After many miles traveled, M, Moose and I have made it to Revelstoke, British Columbia, which is in Canada for those of you who may not recognize the name. We left Frisco on Friday and drove to Billings, Montana which is a surprisingly big place, but more on that in a bit. For those who have never driven up I-25 very far, let me be the first to tell you that the word barren doesn’t even come close to describing how empty the country-side is along that particular route. A colleague of M’s told her it would be beautiful with “all the rolling hills.” The problem with rolling hills is that they all look the same, and they look even more the same with a nice coating of snow. Driving 500 or so miles through rolling hills covered with snow is like driving on a treadmill. You feel like you are sitting still and the landscape outside the car is moving as opposed to the other way around. I could go on about how boring it was but that would make this email much like our trip to Billings.