Maybe it's because I didn't grow up with snowy winters, but every year since living in Idaho, I look forward to the quiet stillness that comes when snow blankets the ground. It is rather late this year, but we're trying to take advantage of what the weather has been giving us: light dusting of snow, which melts into puddles, and below-freezing coldness.
Lisa is so excited to get out in the snow, even if it's just a light dusting. She is anxious to use her sled, but I have to explain that there isn't quite enough snow yet to use it.
We went fishing in Island Park. It was quite cold, but still beautiful. We didn't catch anything at the first place, but we stopped at one of Ryan's frequent fishing spots on the way home and he caught one there. This was probably my last fishing trip of the year, so I'm glad we went. Three years ago we went fishing at this same place on Thanksgiving day and I fell in! Now THAT was cold. This time I was much more careful and came home dry and warm.
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