We travel to winterland. Then back to winterland.

Two months after the fact, here are some Christmas pictures.








Of course, we thought that Dawson would have the worse winter weather and that we would come home to small amounts of snow and temperatures just below zero. And while we did get stuck at the farm for a few days after a snowstorm, we came home to even worse: what people are ridiculously calling a Polar Vortex.

Now winter is almost over (please, let it be almost over), but we are still dealing with its wrath. Our first big house repair involves leaking water from an ice dam, holes in the wall, and hanging out a window hammering ice for hours. But it's almost dealt with, and I look forward to not having contractors interrupting my work day. Worst winter in years: you win.