On Sunday, the storm had mostly cleared. Clear blue skies took its place. I shoveled my sidewalk and happily enjoyed the beauty of my neighborhood.
Felipe and I decided it was time for another adventure, so we headed up the mountain to see what we could see. Per usual after a snow, lots of skiers and snowboarders were snowshoeing up the mountain in order to ski back down. There were also a few idiots getting their 2-wheel drive cars stuck.
The mountain itself had turned old overnight, its once green hair turning a bright white. At the top, the wind was howling, sending snow flying to the south.
In the wake of the storm, even more beauty emerged. The clear blue skies contrasted against the white snow made the landscape come alive, giving all of us here in Flagstaff a new take on familiar scenery.
Well, that's all for now, folks. Until next time, happy adventures,
