There was rain and hail* in the valley Sunday morning but then there was a break and we thought, “Now or never” and headed up to Millcreek. We hit snow going up and it was a brisk 44 degrees mid-canyon, but it was beautiful. Like a Chinese brush painting, or a Mahler song cycle.



*Since this blog is now becoming The Feral Cat Times, OliverĀ was in his house during the rain and it stayed much dryer (we put it on the outdoor rug to cut down splashback. Still working on a better fix, though).