Drifted In

It warmed up yesterday and the snow stopped falling, but the wind picked up. I went out to cake while Jason was feeding in the tractor and I could barely make it out of my driveway. The drifts weren't huge, but they were deep enough to prevent us from going to mutual last night.

The boys had a snowball fight with Jason after they finished feeding. That house in the background is the cookhouse. The reason it is where it is is because when McGinleys were moving it by way of a horse-drawn wagon, the horses got away from them and when the horses finally stopped, McGinleys decided the house would stay right where it was. We will be tearing it down here in the next couple of years (along with a few of the other buildings in the ranch yard). A lot of the buildings have fallen into disrepair, which is really sad. I wish we could have seen this place in it's heyday. Even now, this place is really amazing.