SNOWED IN

     Loaded with boiled eggs and candies, I donned the tall rubber boots, wrapped myself to a fare-thee-well and set off for the shelter at 9:30. This old lady is brave, but those mounds of icy frozen stuff are intimidating, and within less than half a mile, I turned around and eased home—uphill, uphill, uphill... until at last I was back in the garage. Lucky, lucky old lady!
     So I called Doug, to see if he was at the shelter. No. He is stranded in 13" of snow at his home. This is one of those times when the gatekeepers must spend their nights at the shelter AND serve whatever meals they can muster.
     We miss it :(

Tracks go out, tracks come back in, tracks fill with snow and sleet.