Sunday Smith had to work, which meant our usual routine was not to be. After accomplishing 2 loads of laundry, a trip to the grocery store, and while standing with dusting cloth in hand, I realized the weather was far to fine to be confined to more household chores.How many beautiful days do we have to waste before the snow and cold descend? NONE! I jumped in the car and decided to see where it would take me and it went with a well worn path. Up, up we climbed while squeals of joy escaped from my throat, my eyes filled with the delight of the mountains, and a smile beamed on my face, the car drove directly to Silver Lake.
The path was snow packed and icy, but I carefully made my way along, feeling the glorious sun on my face. In the distance I could see the glistening of the frozen lake. What a perfect day, as the breezes were warm, the air only slightly cooler than the valley.
Vicki always has the best "selfies" and I decided to try my hand at one or two. One is too dark, the other overly bright, but there you have it...me.