Treacherousness

 The grammarian in me had to look up that word in case I was making it up.  It's a word.  A local told Mike yesterday that we are now in the throes of mud season #3.  It has been in the 50s in Ouray all week, aiding the big melt, and MFL is a mess.  The slush freezes every night and forms huge ruts, which then melt and reform...ad nauseam.   It is icy and slippery and frankly dangerous.  Mike has finally had to park the TT until this is over because there's just not enough clearance.  He is sad.

We were walking on the road a bit ago - a really bad idea - and we noticed the thinning of the ice on the pond.  Most of you will remember the trauma last year of Dempsey falling through the ice and of Mike's rescue.

We are going into a week of much colder temperatures and higher chances of precipitation.  This makes me happy, although once it's done, mud season #4 will commence.  I'll think about that later.  In the meantime, my son and his girlfriend are coming next week for a few days.  One of their Christmas presents was a Telluride ski day, such a self-serving present.  They'll go off for the day with Mike since I don't ski anymore, but the rest of the time, they are mine. 

Our contractor and subs are now full speed ahead.  The shower panel to replace the damaged one arrived.  Funny the timing, because there was no way they could have gotten up here last week with their vans.

Yesterday, James (20) had some friends over to sled down the Veenstra's hill.  It did my heart good to hear children laughing and happy screaming as they zoomed down.