Some folks live on the wrong side of the tracks. I live on the wrong side of the river. The only way north is down and up.
I took Hamilton to church this morning. Down Steels Corners Road, up Sand Run. As I left the church parking lot, white flakes commenced. Two hours later, an inch of flakes on top of the old snow. There will be another inch when I leave to bring him home. Down into the valley, up the other side. How I hope those trucks are out now, salting those windy, 15% grade, narrow, stinkin’ roads that are uphill both ways!
I promised the girls a trip to the bird seed store after lunch. It’s south!