Saturday night there was a wintry mix. Then, on Sunday night, it snowed about an inch.
My nephew and five of his buddies had fun playing on the pond, but not me.
We brought our 12-year old dog, Maggy, along with us. She absolutely lives to run up the mountain. Sometimes there are as many as nine dogs up there when my sister's family and friends are all there. Maggy has to be the lead dog on all excursions up the mountain on Gators, four-wheelers, and other ATV's. Unfortunately, she has taken a turn for the worse this winter with arthritis and hip dysplasia. She is losing strength in those powerful back legs, and her hips give out on her.
I am going to have a difficult decision to make soon, but so far, she is still enjoying life.