Friday January 22 2010
That's what I'm talking about: snow, for real, here!
However, it's only minimal ground cover, and it's wet: instead of your footsteps rubber-squeaking in the snow, they squish and slop. The horses look like wet chickens.
It's quite slick: when Jose chases Mac, there's no stopping short. Jose locks his legs and skis forward a few feet like a pro skier, down to the SWISH sound that skis on wet snow make. But it's great for romping and rolling in.
Gray horses get nice and dirty in this mess.
And it feeds my obsession just enough to keep me going till the next snowfall in Owyhee.