Mila
The great Montana Blizzard ultimately buried Snowy Glen in four-and-a-half feet of white. When Lucas opened the door and I looked out to see our guide ropes all but invisible, I couldn't believe it.
The snow was so deep it would have been up to my chest, if I had been foolish enough to try and forge my way through it.
“This is insane. I was looking forward to seeing Montana snow, but I don't think this is what I had in mind."
Lucas laughed from the kitchen where he brewed up a pot of coffee. Oliver fried up crispy bacon in an iron skillet. Ethan was out in the barn, checking on the newborn calf and her mother.
“Well, you got a pretty good inkling of how bad it can get. The thing is, this isn't even the worst blizzard Montana has ever seen."
“I find that hard to believe."
Lucas
