As we left Silver City, the snow along the road made it apparent that it was going to be a bit dicey at the cabin, another 1000 feet or so above Silver City’s elevation.
There was a bit of a sunny window as we got near the valley, allowing a view of Sawtooth.
Oh-oh. Where is the snow shovel? Yeppers, I shoveled snow at the end of May!
The sun disappeared, and it got cold and foggy. Here are a couple of neighboring cabins.
I flipped over a bench on the porch so I could shovel better and was amused to see icicles hanging off the side.
Our neighbors had us over for dinner (no, they didn’t HAVE us for dinner—we all HAD pizza), and it remained foggy and very cold all evening. They have a top-notch wood stove, so we were very cozy inside.
Fog and cold continued the following day, when I went to another neighbor’s cabin to give a drawing lesson. That’s work that I love doing, and although we struggled a bit with being able to see via propane lamp, we made progress.
The following afternoon was sunny, so we continued our lessons on their deck. We opted for being a bit chilly in order to see.
The clouds came and went, and at one point while my student was trying out techniques, I was suddenly overcome by a need to photograph this window to draw sometime down the road. Literally down the road, because I might be drawing it at my studio, which has that magnificent drafting table and magnifying light.
Tomorrow I will show you how beautiful it all was when the sun came out for the rest of the cold weekend.
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Sawtooth looks mighty handsome in his snowsuit?
Kathy, I was hoping you’d notice Sawtooth!
Do you ever paint snowy scenes of Mineral King? I love the photo of the cabin through the trees with the snow and fog. Also the photo looking out the window with the curtain on the right side. As a Michigan girl, I have this stereotyped image of California never being white (snowy) although I know better. I imagine a lot of Californians think of Michigan as being predominantly snowy and cold or super wet and green in the summer, and can’t imagine us with dead brown lawns in the heat (and drought) of summer or wildfires because of dry conditions (several in upper Michigan in the past week).
Kris, you are exactly right about not grasping brown lawns or drought or wildfire in Michigan.
We are in the foothills and mountains of Central California, California’s “fly-over country”. Nobody remembers the Central Valley, and nobody cares. However, we feed the world!