Tuesday March 6 2012
A biting Arctic storm roars through Owyhee under the cloak of night, rattling houses and barns and shaking beasts who have already started shedding their winter coats.
Capricious gales scour the earth bare and pile the snow deep. They drive ice crystals with the force of stinging needles. The ice clings like white blankets, to the topside and backside of horses, and vertically to the windward side of tree trunks.
By noon the storm has fled, chased by sharp blue skies, leaving a desert world in black and white, buried and bare.
The Owyhee mountains are polished to a shiny icy silver sheen. The world awaits Mother Nature's next whim.