And we were surprised.
None of the young folks had ever seen snow in the forest before, although they live just kilometers away. Up until today, some never thought it was possible.
They were pretty amazed.
Actually I was pretty amazed, too. It was like hail, in perfectly round balls, but covered the ground, emanating cold like a late summer snow-pack in the Cascades. But it wasn't in crunchy sheets begging you to post-hole - more like slippery sand.
So uphill wasn't bad. We slipped and slid up to the summit, where another wow-moment awaited us.
It's possible that more pictures of snow and ice have never been taken in such a short amount of time.
Thanks to the woods for a great day. I'd like to spend every Sunday of my life in the same way.