Between Leo's broken arm and the crazy weather, we haven't been able to go up to the cabin much. It's been a historic winter throughout California and the Tahoe area has received an immense amount of snow. Our neighbor sent us some photos of our little cabin buried in snow, but this weekend was our first chance to see it for ourselves. Even though we knew it was fine (our rental management company has been out there several times to check on it) there was a particular sense of relief to see it still standing. We arrived late on Friday night, so it was dark but we could still tell there was a massive snow pack.
Saturday morning, Tom and Serafina headed out to ski. A few hours later I took Mousse out for a walk and fully assessed just how much snow was all around our house and neighborhood.
In most places the snow was triple or more overhead.
When Tom and Serafina got home from skiing, she called me from the driveway. I thought she needed help carrying stuff inside, but instead she wanted me to find her. It took me a second, but there she was, on our second story roof.
Of course Mousse had to climb up and join her.
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