The main snowstorm hit yesterday afternoon, as I was heading back from looking for an injured/dead eagle on the interstate. And came and went most of the night.

Woke up to 8-12 cm (there, Bad, doesn't that sound more impressive?) of new white.

Been waiting for this. Need to get our winter elk counts done, and trying to count elk from the air without a good background of white snow is just a waste of flight money and bile.

Called the pilot, but he was off on a flight somewhere (what a surprise). But his return trip would take him close to where we needed to count. His wife said he would radio if he thought it was worth doing.

We go up at 08:00 tomorrow.

Walking back from the p.o. with the heeler sisters when a white truck pulls up along side (facing the wrong way, but hey, it's a small town).

A friend leans out the window, "You notice I didn't plow your walk. Didn't want to get yelled at again."

Yep, appreciate that.

We moved out into the street and walked along side his truck as we headed home.

Nice visit, about old and new trucks, snowplows and small town politics.

They've started up wallyball on Tuesdays and Thursdays. He thinks I ought to go.

Tuesdays are out. But Thursdays? Perhaps.