It’s quite hard to believe that I’ve had my Nikon for two years. When I bought my camera, I envisioned one photo. Two long years later, I had the chance to take it.
Jason still had to report to work this morning. At 8 am, sharp. I would have been up with him, worrying about his drive in, if it had not been for my closed eyelids. Lucky for me and the rest of Habersham county drivers, my employer closed our office.
Around noon, I decided to go back to bed for one of my notorious “short” naps, but Jason called and said he had finally been sent home. So, the Willis’ had themselves a glorified snow day. Mrs. Willis has endured many a “snow day”, but the Mr. rarely gets to partake since his employer works in and through all climates, no exceptions. Not even an F5 tornado can shake those boys!
By 3 pm, the sleet was really coming down. Jason advised that we only had a small window of time before the roads would be too icy for the 4X4. I suited up, stepped in my Muck boots, and slowly made my way down the mountain, camera bag strapped to my back. Jason was at an arm’s length, ready to catch me if I slipped. My frozen cheeks were very ready to get this photo session over with.
If you’ve ever driven down Hwy 197, you’ve seen this old, old Mill. According to someone, not certain who, it was built in the 1800’s. The same 1800’s when Laura Ingalls and her prairie dress roamed the Midwest. I’ve always admired the Mill and begged for snow every Winter just to capture these photos.
After I snapped pictures and worried Jason slap silly with my “we’re trespassing” talk, we got back in the toasty truck and drove home, which is less than a mile down the road.
When my chauffeur turned back onto our road, I started dreading the walk back up the mountain. “Why did I decide to do this?” I asked my husband. Never mind that he agreed to make the walk for the second time today, just so I could click a camera button.
Every snow or ice, we park our cars in the pasture, which was directly behind me when I took this photo. The “pasture” part of the driveway is flat and perfect for parking our cars. Once parked, we start the long haul to the top. Note: the top of this photo is not the top of our driveway. It keeps going. Fifteen steps in, I started cursing.
Finally at the top, I felt a little better about the walk, and took a picture of what we had conquered.
And turned around, and snapped another picture of what was left…
Once Part 2 is behind you, a slight curve opens up to Paradise….
Finally, the last leg… Can you see the roof in the distance?
Once at the top, you keel over from exhaustion. And then hurry and take other necessary pictures in the yard before frostbite sets in.
Finally, watch the Maggie-girl chase her laser in the snow..
And take one more photo, you know, for good measure.
At last, you head indoors and kick off your boots just to endure another 3 hours of snow and ice News coverage you just witnessed, first hand. Because, well… your husband refuses to watch anything else and continues to give the same excuse of wanting to know when the next few inches are coming in.
If I see Glenn Burns or hear “accumulation” again, I might snap.
I’ve been ready for Spring.
P.S. We normally scale the mountain on a 4 wheeler, but ours is conveniently out of commission. Again, I’m ready for Spring…