Toward the end of October, we got word that there was snow in the forecast. (Be still my heart!)
There is nothing more exciting than the first snowfall of the year.
Even Radar could sense that change was coming. He sat at the window and watched patiently for it, all afternoon long.
As soon as school let out, Jessica and I grabbed our passports and headed for the Chief Mountain Highway on the U.S side of the border. I LOVE this road. It usually offers the most beautiful view of Chief Mountain. On this day, fog covered that grand view, but we did run into some beautiful horses. They were just journeying along the highway, emerging from the foggy haze in a most surreal way. We could almost hear the clippity clop of their hooves before we could see them.
We tried to take note of any final signs of fall that we could, knowing that those too would soon give way to winter days.
We had to take some pictures of this chief mountain drive. It's been something only we do together.
And we stood quietly, staring up at the sky, witnessing the falling of the first wispy flakes of the season.
Of course this snowy weather was making its way to town, and we knew we'd see it outside our own windows eventually, but there is something about finding it, meeting it where it's at, that I love.
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