
All that lovely snow surrounding Sundance is moisture in the ground now. The morning after the snow day, the sky was clear, and the temp was 9 degrees! Yesterday afternoon, the mercury hit 56. Hard come, easy go. 🙂

All that lovely snow surrounding Sundance is moisture in the ground now. The morning after the snow day, the sky was clear, and the temp was 9 degrees! Yesterday afternoon, the mercury hit 56. Hard come, easy go. 🙂

It didn’t take long for our Colorado bluebird skies to return after a day of snow. The welcome sight of stars overnight means cold, cold temps in the morning.
Those single-degree temperatures mean the dirt roads solidify again in their frozen state, which enables access to the places where the wild things roam. And that clear, sunny sky also means that bright ol’ sun melts snow faster than the air temp would have you believe. … Which means that before long, that solid road you rolled in on isn’t so solid when you finally get the unmistakable message that it’s time to leave the wild things!
Madison and Temple were finding plenty to eat as they browsed amid the snowy lumps and bumps … and napped … and browsed again.
We got enough white stuff to make the earth happy for a little while – and very soggy! And not nearly enough so that we’re (still, again) wanting more. 🙂
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As it turns out, this white, wet bounty for us coincides with my mom’s birthday today! So the photo of two beautiful, strong mares fits nicely with the beautiful, strong woman who is my mom, Nancy. 🙂 She did say that the snow was better here (in Colorado) than there (in Texas). She grew up with horses (and other animals) on her family’s farm and her grandparents’ nearby farm in Ohio, so she knows snow.
Happy birthday, Mom! 🙂 I love you!

So it looked a little like this yesterday. 🙂
It’s hard to say how much snow we got. Between a couple of inches and a few. Every tiny tenth counts big when we need it as much as we do. As snow fell lightly most of the day, it also melted into the desperate earth. The really great thing is that there’s still a blanket of such-needed white stuff all over our world.
Also wonderful in the white-stuff department: The major fires burning in Colorado right now also received some relief in the form of snow.
As I type this Sunday night, we’re getting snow in Disappointment Valley. We didn’t get much (hardly any) rain (spits driven by howling wind), but the snow is very wet. 🙂
As I type THIS – the update to the post on which I’m about to hit “publish,” on Monday morning – we have 2.5 inches of white stuff on the ground in lower Disappointment Valley. Snow kept covering the satellite dish last night, making it impossible to keep an Internet connection.
And it doesn’t look like Word Press has enough oomph (!) to allow the pic to attach, but if it DID, you would have seen bright orange tamarisk providing some color behind snow-white Piedra. Also known as salt cedar, tamarisk is a hardy, water-sucking shrub found in arroyos and other water ways, so it’s not very desirable … but it does provide some color in the high-desert basin during our autumn days.
In any case, the pic doesn’t match current conditions (!), so maybe it’s OK that for the first time (?), this’ll be a blog post without a pic (!).
Today, for a while anyway, we’re looking at a white, white world, and it’s 18 degrees. Happy moisture. 🙂

Skywalker sports a very impressive round belly heading into winter. 🙂
He must not have been getting a very warm welcome from the band behind him. I caught up to them just as he was starting his march to another band, where his bachelor buddy was already hanging out.
If our forecast is to be believed, wet stuff is on the way this afternoon … !

Maiku watches a far band napping and grazing a couple of ridges away.
Our forecast of moisture and cold is getting closer … and they’re still in the forecast. Depending on the source, the chances and days vary, but we’re praying hard for SOME moisture.
The ponies are fuzzy. They’re ready.

Glorious cottonwoods and blooming rabbitbrush along (dry) Disappointment Creek in Disappointment Valley draw admirers’ eyes toward McKenna Peak and Temple Butte above and beyond Spring Creek Basin. The sky isn’t blue-blue because we’ve had some gauzy, hazy, high “clouds.”

Alegre and a couple of her mare buddies seemed slightly affronted when the rest of the band left the water catchment after they all drank and wandered up the hill for better grazing. But once they decided that their friends weren’t waiting and weren’t coming back, Alegre and co. decided they’d better get in gear.
If you look closely – which is to say far away – you might see that the flanks of Utah’s La Sal Mountains were still tinged with gold (about 10 days ago). Now, the aspens have spent their glory, and the cottonwoods are the stars of the riparian shows.