This is where the deer hang out in the hills I frequent. They were there today, a mom and juvenile in the deep snow. One can see where they slept, big indentations from the snow melting where they lay No person has been up here since the big storms and without gators, the bottoms of my cords and my boots got heavier with clinging snow. Glad to get home to change into dry clothes.
Made a nice pear tarte tatin for tonight's event out.Hope it is as good as it looks. My sister Monique was the queen of the apple tarte tatin in our family.
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