So I've been up to my neck in work, and when I say work, I'm talking about powder. It's been snowing like crazy, and I wanted to share with you a couple photos from the office today.
(Some peoples get buried in paperwork, I on the other hand...get buried)
(and again x 14)
It is literally the deepest I have ever been in snow snowmobiling. Both John Jackson and myself had tremendous troubles staying afloat. John told me that I was completely submerging to non-visible status then reappearing like a dolphin. All in all it was a completely non-productive day, that is, unless you count digging holes in the snow productive. On the way home I decided to make the day more interesting by sliding off the road and crashing into a snow bank. The really exciting part of this was that if I had went ten feet more, I would have died. The embankment dropped steep approximately 200 feet with trees everywhere. I'm glad that didn't happen. John came back with his truck and a tow chain and yanked me out. It was a good day, and most days are similar to this. I love my job and wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.