Yesterday we woke to a world blanketed in snow—by the time the snow stopped it would be four feet in some drifts. As the snow abated we tried to forge paths for the dogs. We had to exert great energy lifting our snowshoes out of the deep snow to take each step. The dogs and Rebecca were unhappy, and the chickens outraged. Only Cherisse and I enjoyed the beautiful snow-covered landscape that looked like the Arctic tundra.