Snowy outing

They promised us more snow. We got rain. Feeling slightly cheated, I took the highway north until the rain turned to falling snow.

Brown's Bay Road, 22 km. north of Campbell River. Chains required: I didn't drive down.

Random highway shot.

The streaky lines on the trees are falling snow.

Side road. No tracks; nobody's likely to drive down here until the spring.

Young evergreens beside the road.

The north woods are never entirely silent; the trees whisper among themselves constantly, murmuring comments on the wind and the rain. Snow hushes them, though. This afternoon, the only sounds were the crunch of my shoes on fresh snow, and the occasional "plop!" as a branch shook off its burden.

And it's still snowing

Tyee Spit in a snowstorm:

Looking across the channel. Quadra Island has become invisible.

Tree with an eagle on top. The eagle kept moving from one tree to another, to a post; nothing seemed to satisfy him. Nothing to see, so nothing to eat.

Gumweed and logs. Looking inland, across the estuary.

Gusting wind brings the snow down at a 45 degree angle.

Sit and rest a while. Or maybe not.

Just another tree

Fallen branch

Feels like shelter.

That was Friday. All day yesterday, all last night, all this morning, it kept on snowing. The weather page promises clouds; right now, we've got big, fluffy snowflakes falling steadily. At least it's warmish under the snow, where my spring flowers are coming right along.

Let it snow!

Snow on last year's hollyhock stem.