Well I’m on the road again today. This is my third trip in about 2 months to ASP’s center in West Virginia and I’m beginning to learn the route. I am beginning to anticipate when I am approaching both tunnels on I-77 and brace myself for the nervousness I feel whenever I travel through the massive mountain in my path. I imagine in another few months I’ll comfortable enough with the directions that I’ll even be able to flip off my GPS.
Happily a dusting of snow added a little extra magic to what might have been just a regular journey. If the Farmer’s Almanac is right, the magic might wear off a little after my first winter in Appalachia. That traditional trusty weather predictor and the prolific wooly worms are foretelling a hard season ahead. I know I am probably being a bit naive, but honestly I say bring it on. Even though I’ve experienced plenty of snow in adventures in North Dakota and the UK, the Georgia girl in me still sees snow as a sparkling and elusive gift. [smile]
I am so excited for my first snow day in “the Parsonage” when we’re both stuck at home drinking hot chocolate eating warm chocolate chip cookies and putting together a puzzle. [smile] That vision of the perfect snow day will have to wait a few weeks or maybe a month or so to come to fruition. The small snow shower doesn’t look like it will bring on the blizzard or ice storm that will keep us indoors for very long yet. Still the promise of the perfect snow day certainly feels closer than it did yesterday and that is something to get excited about. [smile]