On December 13, as my family and I were enjoying a lovely El Gaucho dinner for my twentieth birthday, the snow began. After a joyous two or three day pause, it began again and seemed to never stop. I honestly don’t know how many inches accumulated, but I do know that a metal cat in the front yard was totally buried, our actual cat avoided the outdoors, and our miniature poodle was covered up to his chest when he ventured into the snow at its height. I also know that I did not drive my car for three weeks and that, at one point, it was almost entirely buried under the snow (unfortunately, I somehow missed that photo op).
Here are a few pictures from the snow that plagued Duvall the past few weeks. Christmas pictures coming soon!
