SNOW! - Provo, UT - Apr 2009

I'm still amazed by snow. Having never lived where snow is a regular occurrence (and not having to deal with the accompanying hassles) I am completely in awe of the fairyland images that are created when everyday things are blanketed in white. While staying at Utah Lake State Park, we had a late spring snowfall that was magical. Here is the "before" picture of our campsite.

It had begun to snow the day before, but then the snow stopped by early evening. We figured the storm was over and, while it was kind of neat to watch it snow, the gray, dreary result wasn't such a pretty site.

But, when I awoke the next morning and opened the blinds I was treated to a white wonderland view. It had snowed another 4" overnight and the sun was shining and it was magical.

Another view of the white stuff.

There is a thicket of reeds right behind our rig that separates us from the lake. The reeds stand about 6' - 8' high and block our view to the water. This was taken on a sunny day before the snow.

Afterward, with 4" of wet heavy snow, the reeds were totally flattened and, for a few hours, we were able to see the lake. As the snow melted, the individual reeds began popping back up, one by one. By the end of the day, the wall of reeds was back in place.

The trees in the campground had already begun to leaf out, so the wet snow stuck to the budding leaves in great clumps. We saw lots of downed limbs as a result of the heavy weight on them, but it was still pretty to see the trees transformed.

Another fairyland tree.

The bare limbs of this newly planted tree had a snow layer wrapped all the way around and the birds looked like little ornaments as they perched on the tips.

Our car has never been blanketed with this much snow.

Our internet dish (and also the tv dish) had a thick layer and we were not able to get a signal until we went out and scraped off the snow.

Scotty seemed to really enjoy the snow. Here he is blazing a trail on the driveway.

Rudy was not so enamored with the white stuff. He gingerly tip-toed through the yard, stuck his nose into a drift to get a good sniff and in return, he got a snootful of cold, wet snow.

Indignantly, he turned, lifted his leg and returned the favor to the snow and then came back inside. As the saying goes -- don't eat yellow snow.