Last night with the wind finally still and the skies clear, it was fine night on Bear Lake. We've had a foot of snow since Saturday night and the wind came behind to sculpt it round our house and outbuildings. Most of the day it blew, carving dunes on the roof pitch and filling trails I'd cleared with the snowblower.
One doghouse is complete covered now and I may not dig it out since old Nelson will sleep on the porch on a chair but not in a doghouse. Out on the lake, a pair stalwart kite skiers waded through knee deep snow with their dogs to spread their kite on the wind in a splash of red and yellow. Two men and three dogs seem to be trying to harness a giant Phoenix of a bird, which leaps and jerks away and stumbles across the snow with crippled wings. At dark they gave up and left the lake to the wind, which came immediately to cover their trail.
Our moose is still around to get Snape, the newest of out dogs, to barking, and the ptarmigan flew by the window in a flock of nearly twenty on Saturday. The rest of world is snow and sleeping trees. Out on lake side where the spruce and hemlock come right down to the shore, the wind gets the trees and snow moving until there a great avalanche of snow off the limbs tumbling down into the forest and lake and up in great clouds of dust like snow that is not quick to settle to earth. By late evening I am hopeful for seeing the aurora, and I do about 11:30 but it is a pale wisp of light in the sky, not the dramatic stage show of dancing light one would see in the arctic sky. The aurora from here, just north of 60 degrees is like watching a football game from top row of the stadium, its exciting and pleasing but not quite dramatic.
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