Seeing an all-time snow cut for a mountain road
ends my bragging days about how deep the snow was
when I was a boy.
The photo appears to have been taken at
a mountainous pass in Europe or Russia.
Wherever, it is a place I have no desire to live or
visit during the snow season.
How the native survive is an appropriate question.
No, I don't have the measurement of
how deep the cut was then.
I will thank those who want to make a guess.
Let is snow, let it snow,
let it snow--- elsewhere!
No Sir! I was in Wyoming is July and at the top of the Bear Tooth Highway they had poles stuck in the snow so we tourist could see how deep it was. I was in shorts and a t_shirt and we had a snowball fight in July. That was a phenomenon enough without it being over our heads like this picture. Somethings I can reason with but this I can't. Love the mystery of nature though and always will.
Love,
Susna
You know if we'd ever get a snow like that here there would likely be a measurement on the Richtor Scale...lol.. Every Cajun would fall over with a gasp of 'Mais Lawd!'
M
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Love,
Susna
Be safe,
Karen
M
Very well penned; bravo!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :)
I remember some deep snowfalls from my youth in Ohio...but nothing THAT deep!! LOL