David and I were getting excited about a forecast of eight inches of snow. It sounded too good to be true, so I looked at the details. As I suspected, the accumulation would be above 3,000 feet. Going to the stop sign, I was heading away from the mountain view. I didn’t see the snow until I was coming back at the top of our street. There it was, whitening the mountain top.

An hour later this is what showed from my bedroom deck. Real snow with no mess!

Want to see daughter Lise in party mode? She is back in Denmark and had gone out with a friend, who took this photo. She is making the most of time until the 20^th, when she will have a hip replaced.