Tag Archives: snow

Pink sky at night….

 

Sailor’s delight.

Pink sky in morning….

Sailors take warning.

 

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Our backyard sky Sunday morning.

 

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Uh oh.

 

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Our weather has been wacky lately.

Bright sun and 55 degrees one day….

Cold, snow and bitter wind the next.

 

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Oh well..

We’ll get there eventually.

 

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But not today….

 

 

Me, shoveling Tuesday morning…..

And not really enjoying April.

Come on spring!

 

 

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Nothing blooming here but snowflakes…

But that doesn’t mean I can’t import a little now and then.

 As for the upcoming holiday?

 

I broke the unbreakable. And snow.

 

I can break anything.

Really. It’s one of my lesser known talents.

You know those cheap Corelle bowls?

The ones you can’t kill?

 

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Well…

 

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I didn’t even have to put it on the stovetop or broiler.

Yay me.

In other news, it snowed.

Again.

To which people in Maine replied….

 

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A simple reminder that we’ve had enough frigid blasts of white stuff followed by 52 degree days and melting.

Of course, the melting does allow us to participate in the annual derby.

 

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The pothole fishing derby.

Loads of fun for the entire family….

But not your car.

 

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A wee bit of snow.

 

Southern Maine dodged the snow bullet this winter with only a few insignificant storms here and there.

Northern Maine…?

 

 

Not so much.

Every time we got an inch?

 

 

They got a foot.

Personally, I think that kind of snow is a hoot.

Snow banks?

 

 

Yeah, baby.

That’s what I’m talkin’ about!

 

 

Snowmobile trail?

It’s there…

Somewhere.

 

 

Well, I wouldn’t go that far.

Two years ago this was our driveway –

 

 

And yes, that’s a ruler.

Ah, winter.

You make life interesting…

 

 

Arizona sightseeing ….

 

After our trip to the Chapel, the husband headed up Hwy 179 …

 

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Through more canyons…

 

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And an infinite number of roundabouts, some decorated with rather nice metal sculptures.

 

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We turned up 89A and drove through the usually busy, but too wet to shop that day part of Sedona known as uptown. Sedona is large and spread out into separate sections. Oak Creek Village, where we were staying… was quiet and felt like a community. West Sedona was a long main drag of restaurants and strip malls. Uptown was attractive, bustling, and filled with all the expensive tourist shops you expect to see. But continue on 89A for just a mile or two…

 

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And you’re in a different world.

 

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The rocks go from red to brown…

 

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And you find yourself in a pine forest…

 

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On a twisty, turning mountain road….

 

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In the snow!

 

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Of all the things I expected to see in Arizona?

Snow was not one of them…

 

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But we were headed to Flagstaff and apparently it’s a whole different world up there. Kids were playing, sliding, sledding and building miniature snowmen. We saw a pick up truck owner fill his bed with the cold white stuff to haul back to Phoenix. Hoards of cars were pulled over on the side of the highway just so the passengers could get out and romp in the snow. Police were everywhere trying to keep them out of the roads.. it was nuts!

 

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Of course a little snow doesn’t bother us, we’re Mainers!

 

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Although the high elevation, switchback road got interesting in 5% visibility.

 

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As did Arizona snowplows who were literally all over the road.

50 feet? No problem… I’ll give you a hundred.

But there was a Prickly Pear Mule with my name on it….

 

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And nothing can keep me from that.

 

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Mother of God! I’m not exaggerating when I tell you this was the best mule I HAVE EVER HAD! (and that’s saying something) I swore to myself I would find Canyon Diablo Prickly Pear Vodka before I left Arizona and smuggle numerous bottles home in my suitcase… Homeland Security be damned.

I have to be honest and tell you I don’t even remember the name of the restaurant, or where in Flagstaff it was. I was in mule heaven and totally oblivious to my surroundings…

 

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But you could tell by the shooter list the place had a sense of humor.

 

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5 points to the first person who can tell me….

 

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The male equivalent of Camel Toe without looking it up…

Go!

It was Sunday, the place had a big screen tv, and brother… get a load of this.

 

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Brilliant bar marketing, but a person could get seriously sloshed just watching the game!

Oh, and yes.

There was lunch…

 

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A spicy southwestern cheeseburger with awesome hot dill potato salad for me…. and a roast beef melt on rye with Spanish beans for the husband. What’s a Spanish bean? I have no idea… and after 2 mules I couldn’t have cared less.

 

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As we were leaving, this little darling was packing a snowball and had that “let’s hit the tourist lady” look in his eye.

To be honest, I doubt I could have cared less about that either. Take your best shot junior, the drinks were strong and the tourist lady won’t feel a thing.

Prickly pear vodka……  oh yes.

Yes, please!!

 

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The ride back?

Looked something like this.

I think… I was still savoring the vodka and not paying any particular attention.

 

 

 

Winter’s light… and a squirrel.

 

While winter may not possess the gentle pastels of spring, the bright greens of summer or the glorious burning of autumn….

 

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It does have it’s own unique color.

 

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These pictures were taken out my winter windows.

 

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And to me……

 

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A Mainer….

 

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They’re  just as beautiful as any blooming garden.

 

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Of course I say that from inside the nice warm house….

 

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Not braving the elements like this little guy.

 

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Right hand cold…

 

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Left hand cold…

 

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To hell with this…

Both hands cold.

 

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A snow day.

 

We had plans for our fourth vacation day, but Mother Nature said….

 

 

We woke to non stop snow.

 

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It didn’t look too bad at 5:00am.

Yes, 5:00am. Insomnia doesn’t care if you’re on vacation, it still says

 

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By 7:00am it was starting to pile up.

 

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And I crunched out on the deck in my pj’s and boots.

 

 

 

The husband was still asleep with his cure for light breaking through the bedroom curtains firmly attached.

 

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Yes, that’s a fork.

 

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Determined not to let snow defeat me, I showered and got ready for the day. Which in that funky bathroom with the whirlpool tub and tv… meant squeezing into the tiny little stall and watching myself bathe.

 

 

Exactly.

I didn’t want to… trust me on this.

But the way the room was laid out,  it was hard not to.

 

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See?

And yes. Those are polar bears on my jammies.

Don’t judge.

 

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By the time we ventured out, the roads were sheer ice.

 

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And the husband was less than pleased to scrape it off the windshield every 500 feet.

Please note the temperature is 15 degrees.

 

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At first it looked as though the sun would come out…

 

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And it made for some interesting through the dirty windshield pictures.

 

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But the wind was starting to howl, the roads were getting treacherous…

 

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And it was getting darker by the minute.

So we did what any snow tormented vacationer would do….

 

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We got pizza, (at Positive Pie, because who wants a negative one?) went back to the resort, lit a fire (in the fireplace, we’re not heathens) and snuggled.

 

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(Well, it would have been. We did go back to the resort and light a fire, except the husband snuggled with the tv remote instead of me and watched John Wayne movies all day. But hey, at least he wasn’t naked in the whirlpool tub.)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And we’re back!

 

 

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Yes, with the wonders of modern technology… it’s like I never left. But trust me, I did.

And now?

The Vermont vacation.

 

 

 

Don’t despair… I only took 633 pictures this trip.

So really, time will fly right by.

 

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Let’s begin –

We left Maine in the rain, and by the time we got to New Hampshire….

 

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It was a slightly different story.

 

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And by the time we reached the Mount Washington valley?

 

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Not the greatest traveling weather.

 

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Which these cars can attest to. The one on the left had his entire rear quarter panel and tire ripped off by the one on the right –

 

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Slippery? A wee bit.

 

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Winter wonderland continued into Vermont….

 

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Where horses come in rainbow colors.

 

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And that slutty farmer’s daughter was still raising her skirts to the passing cars.

St. Johnsbury had sunshine and green grass.

But by the time we made it to our resort in the western part of the state, Smuggler’s Notch…

 

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It was grey and slightly snow covered.

I’d requested a quiet, secluded spot and got it. Halfway up the mountain.

 

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This was our building, empty and all alone… just the way we like it.

 

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We had a 2 bedroom condo, with a nice fireplace and some awful wallpaper.

 

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A fully stocked kitchen with granite countertops…

 

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And a comfy king sized bed in the master suite.

 

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I liked the corner unit, and it had a deck…

 

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With a mountain view….

 

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There was also a complimentary box of maple cookies on the table.

Free cookies (almost) made up for that awful wallpaper.

 

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That being said, the master bath….

 

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Had more hideous wallpaper, and a whirlpool tub built for two that made me choke.

 

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Oh, yeah… that’s a remote.

 

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And a television over the hopper.

*Gulp*

Just what every woman dreams of on vacation….

The husband, never wanting to leave the suite, naked, covered in bubbles and watching endless old John Wayne movies in the bathroom.

 

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So being the thoughtful spouse that I am, I suggested he take the second bathroom all for himself. No sharing space with all my products, no burning himself on my curling iron, no wet towels on the floor.

Wives.

We’re crafty bitches.