Rick and I headed into Everson yesterday to mail off some bills before the post office closed.
The roads were a little slippery, but not as bad as we thought they would be.
This is the creek (actually it’s Sumas River – but it’s creek-sized) at the bottom of our road.
Grandson Diederick is looking outside longingly at the old doggie and the snow. We don’t have a snow suit for the little feller. He’s just getting over a cold, too.