|A Log Plugs A Hole In A Village Creek Dam Bridge|
By the time the sun arrived, the incoming cold front also arrived, dropping the temperature to 41.
I took off from my abode earlier than the norm to go on my daily bout of endorphin inducing aerobic stimulation.
I went to the Village Creek Natural Historical Area for one of my regular walks with the Indian Ghosts who haunt this area.
Indian Ghosts were on my mind today, with me thinking about Black Kettle surviving the Sand Creek Massacre, thinking he had his tribe in a safe place, protected by the American government, then a few years later, again thinking he had his tribe in a safe place, only to find himself, and his wife, murdered by George Custer and his 7th Cavalry, in the Washita River Massacre.
I'd link to the Wikipedia articles about Black Kettle and the Sand Creek and Washita River Massacres, but Wikipedia is about to go dark in a protest I don't quite understand.
|My Van Rendered Immobile By Snow|
In the picture you are looking out my bedroom window in my house on Pawnee Lane in Mount Vernon, Washington, in December of 1996, at what was the deepest snow I'd ever seen in the county I lived in.
I was snowbound for almost a week, that month in 1996. Today and tomorrow's snowstorm is predicted to be equal to, or deeper than the 1996 snowstorm.
I am feeling a bit homesick today.