The winter storm began to strengthen as the dogs and I drove home from the farm. A car stopped in front of me on a hilly street in the town of Saranac Lake. I couldn't stop, but only slid downhill on the snow. So I honked to get the driver's attention and hopefully inspire her to move out of the way. That failed but I managed to pull over to the side and through a snow bank as I passed. It was a close call and reminded me that these were potentially hazardous driving conditions.
By the time I got to the Cascade Lakes, the wind was fierce. I opened my car door to get out and take a picture but the wind ripped it out of my hand and slammed it violently open. I feared it had destroyed my car door, but I'm happy to report that all is well. I turned my back to the frozen gale and snapped this picture. Was it worth it? No, but I didn't know the weather had become that bad:
And, at the Cascade Lakes, one quick photo of the car full of dogs before I hopped back inside to warm up and be on my way:
Compare the two photos above with this one taken last summer of the Cascade Lakes chain. Could this really be the same place?:
As we got down into the Keane Valley, the storm lessened to merely snowfall and afforded some nice winter views:
All around us the mountains came into view, though snow continued coming down:
This field looks like a bog but I remember it being merely a field in summer weather. Tomorrow I'll post photos of the dogs' only opportunity to get out and exercise a bit: