We have a mountain in the muskeg. It is blocking our goals not to mention our view. Little Bit can’t stand it; how can she keep track of the squirrel with all that white stuff in the way, Tank just stands there mesmerized, watching the snow roll down the inside of the drift.

Even as I’m getting this post ready, I swear the drift was grown another foot and a half

Some where behind that drift is the crab apple tree (taken another Fort Nelson spring). . . . it is barely visible in the snow.

Little Bit paws at the window, “I can’t see”, paw, paw, “Fix it!” “Fix it!”