At the first place we stopped, I thought I was going to walk to an area nobody had been to yet, to get pictures of pristine snow. I soon found out why nobody had walked there. I grew up in Houston, so I don't know much about snow. When I got to the part where nobody had walked, my feet sank at least a foot before they stopped. After 3 or 4 steps, I felt the snow in my shoes. That is not a pleasant feeling. I stopped there and took a few pictures.
There were some really pretty patches of snow on rocks and icicles along the side of the highway. I didn't want to get run over while taking pictures, though, so I didn't get any of the really cool looking stuff. Still, I think I got enough pictures of snow to last about a year.
2009_02_15 |
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