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Winter Hill Walk

Today I took a long walk up Ben Chonzie, a Munro, a Scottish Mountain over 3000 feet (914 meters).


It was sunny and clear when we started at the bottom, littered with sheep, but at the top, the mountain hares in their winter white fur ran around, the sky turned gray and snow covered the ground.

I snapped some video I posted below. Enjoy!

Comments

grace said…
AWww....well that was just precious! Thanks for the smile! I'm such a weenie about the cold...actually, i'm a bit of a weenie about the heat as well...hmmm....(don't SAY it!)
love,
pam
Diana_CT said…
Here in Connecticut it reached a balmy 54F today.
Heath said…
Brrr!! I freak out if it gets below 50F. My sensitive Texan self can't handle it.

Cute video ;) Really stupid question... who sings that song at the end??? They used to play that on the radio all the time at the shop I used to work in... I've been meaning to download it :-D
diana, that is a HEAT WAVE!

grace, some ladies are just delicate that way. In you, that weenie disposition is simply charming.

Heath, it's Billy Holiday, "I've Got my Love to Keep Me Warm" And there is no such thing as bad weather, just the wrong clothes.
Elliot Coale said…
Lovely video, Peterson. :-D

It hasn't really snowed at all here in Massachusetts. My mom says that it counts as a snowstorm if you can see a cat's paw print in it. I guess we're supposed to get 19 snowstorms this year, and since we could see the cat's mark in the dustings, we've got 2 down, 17 more to go.
Anonymous said…
such beautiful hills in that picture. I don't see hills without trees very often.
Anonymous said…
Finally some snow. Thanks, P.

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