There are points in the year that we talk extensively about the “weird mountain weather.” Clouds come and take a nap on the lawn. The sky is split into two different weather patterns. Ominous banks of clouds skulk around the tops of mountains like teenagers menacing old folks at the local convenience store.
But the weird mountain weather is also beautiful in each of its weird mountain seasons.
There's also a rather large D-6 in this picture.
Down this road is Moose Meadow, where there is planted a memorial cherry tree for our little nephew.
This is the view off the back porch of my house. Neither my house nor the porch yet exist.
This is the view off the front porch of my non-existent house, overlooking snow-covered Newman Lake.
From my house site, you can see the very beautiful tire shack. Farmergirl plans to build to the right of it.
This is the view along my driveway. We have several miles of road on the property.
This is the west end of my folk's place with a storm blowing in.
Up on the hill behind my folk's place, the sun is still shining on the trees. Down closer to the house, the storm has eclipsed it.