And then… snow.

Two days after my famously-arbitrary date of March 6, we got some snow. Well, not at our house. The snow level was a couple thousand feet above us. The good news is Mission Ridge got a decent refresh (they needed it) and the mountains around us looked cool.

I noticed the light, grabbed my camera and my little assistant, and we scrambled up the hillside behind our house to take some photos. Subtly, they're some of my favorite I've taken of our little valley tucked in the mountains.