Tuesday February 4 2014
Just call me: Sick and Twisted.
I seem to be the only human being in Owyhee, and possibly on the entire planet, save a woman who moved to Alaska back in the late 1800's because she was hot all the time, who loves the cold.
There's been a whole lotta whinin' emails flying around here: "Wah! Wah! It's cold! I hate winter!" (Mind you, I just as loudly whine the polar opposite complaints in the summer!)
Just me alone, I was delighted to wake up to a surprise snow cover that snuck in overnight. I hiked up on the ridge in the morning, into a strong biting shivering wind that blurred my eyes with frozen tears and numbed my ears, as cold air seared my lungs with every breath. It was magnificent.
All over the place, I found that snow angels had flown in and glorified the beauty and delights of winter.
The horses didn't seem to mind a bit either. So, the angels and the horses and me, we are charmingly sick and twisted.
