Snow At Last

I woke up this morning, somewhat sulky. It was Monday; I have a coldlet; and I knew there wouldn't be snow on the ground outside my house, despite the promises of the meteorologists and my recurring snow dreams. My car had slush on it, but no snow. Of course not; it's too wet. But then! The hills! The hills ringing my valley had a visible dusting of the white stuff!

Snow on the hills of Stokes Valley!



Not very impressive, but it's the first time since 1952.

The streets were peppered with locals holding up their own cameras, immortalizing the moment.