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6:21 a.m. The wagon wheel. The snowshoes. (Pretty soon we're just
going to be able to take a picture of a white napkin and tell you it's
anything, and you'll believe us, right?)
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The vehicles.
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Conehead. Wow.
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The south meadow. I wonder if the fence will get completely covered?
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The hot tub deck.
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6:45 a.m. Hans ventures out on the snowshoes to take the morning
snow observation...
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(You can see it yourself, we're the station just south of Hwy 119,
reporting 29.0" on the Boulder
County New Snowfall Map)
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Arrow likes to help, even today. (Semi thinks it's all very silly,
and is hunkered down next to the heater in the bathroom.)
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("Hmm. I just *know* there are mice under here...somewhere...")
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6:57 a.m. Morning observation on Twin Sisters.
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("Do I *have* to come back in?")
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In a fit of complete lunacy, I decide that we should at least try to
shovel a small path near the door. Twenty minutes later, I'm completely
soaked, and this is all I have to show for my labor.
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For those of you who have been in our music studio, this is the view
out the window, looking toward the workshop. We still have power, but the
lights are flickering. And it's still snowing.
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