The warnings came Thursday evening, before it even started to snow, but when we woke on Friday morning it was indeed a magical scene and the snow was still falling. These photographs were taken at 7.30 am on Friday morning.
|Garry made me pose for this bad, bad photo|
|just a few doors down|
Yas didn't mind and crawled on her hands and knees, pretending to be a dog, lapping at the snow.
In the early afternoon we ventured out, across the road to London and Pat's home for dinner. The snow kept coming and now the road had disappeared. No point in any snow plows working until the snow stops falling.
We were joined by another couple and their children - we all had a great night and enjoyed lots of food and red wine. We especially enjoyed London's corn bread and her wonderful stew.
This was a great end to a really fun day, but poor Maxy fell asleep on the lounge - with all the kids still racing around. We left late in the evening, all firm friends excited about repeating the experience. At 11.00 pm the snow was still heavy and we struggled across the road carrying sleeping and cold children. Did I happen to mention that I really love Denver!