It is where I live.
If you’re tired of all things winter then this post isn’t for you because it’s about being in a freezer of sorts; a man made canyon blasted out of solid rock where seeping groundwater freezes into icicles that grow to the height and diameter of tree trunks. I visited this place last week because I thought that, since this was just about the coldest February that we had ever seen, I’d be able to see some big ice. I wasn’t disappointed.
I think this is the biggest “icicle” that I’ve ever seen. It had to have been 15-20 feet out from the rock face and 40-50 feet tall. It is the sweetheart of the ice climbers who come here and, if you look carefully at the very top of the photo, you can see the legs of two ice climbers dressed in blue who were tying off their ropes, preparing to…
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Writing Out Loud 
It’s sleeting here today and the levels in the front and back of the house have gone down. A bit. It’s such a mess. Beautiful, but a mess.
March 15 I stop shoveling except for survival purposes.
I think our shovels are pretty much worn out. They weren’t made for arctic conditions. This is our third set of shovels. Today we had a cardinal visiting. The robins will take one look, turn around and go back wherever they came from.
St Louis?
Right. And with a little luck, maybe an Oriole will show up, too.
Thank you for the re-blog.