Mila
The great Montana Blizzard ultimately buried Snowy Glen in four-and-a-half feet of white. When Lucas opened the door and I looked out to see our guide ropes all but invisible, I couldn’t believe it.
The snow was so deep it would have been up to my chest, if I had been foolish enough to try and forge my way through it.
“This is insane. I was looking forward to seeing Montana snow, but I don’t think this is what I had in mind.”
Lucas laughed from the kitchen where he brewed up a pot of coffee. Oliver fried up crispy bacon in an iron skillet. Ethan was out in the barn, checking on the newborn calf and her mother.
“Well, you got a pretty good inkling of how bad it can get. The thing is, this isn’t even the worst blizzard Montana has ever seen.”
“I find that hard to believe.”
Lucas took out his cell phone, shooting a glance my way. He typed on his phone for a few seconds, then swiped around, his eyes narrowed to slits.
“Here.”