We are in the midst of a few days of soaking fog and temperatures near freezing. This is as yucky as the weather gets around here. I am so thankful for our wood fire, keeping me feeling cozy and reasonably upbeat.
We saw this front sitting in the forecast for days ahead of time so I did some long mountain bike rides and checked a lot of trail cams in the days leading up to it. Then, the grayness descended.
The elk herd moved to a meadow near us, which is usually a fail-proof sign that some bad weather is headed our way.
Not all of the bull elk have shed their antlers yet. This guy suspiciously kept his eye on me.
Shyla and I headed out for our usual mountain bike ride this morning but we didn't last for long. The water in the air completely soaked me in no time. With the temperature only a bit above freezing, it was a recipe for hypothermia so I headed home after a short ride.
Now we are firmly ensconced at home, hoping for better weather for outdoor activities very soon. I'm glad for the moisture that will ease the fire danger a bit but I hate being stuck inside.