Here's what the snow looked like in my mother's back yard yesterday:
And here's what it looks like today:
You can't even see the stone stairs up to the next terrace. This would be an excellent day to go sledding... if I wanted to go sledding. I think I'd rather be warm inside, though.
Y Mountain, being all generally misty and moisty and cloudy in the weather. If you can't make out the big white Y on the mountain, don't feel bad; I lived here for years and had a hard time finding it today.
It's also Captain Midnight's birthday today! He is a solstice baby. His parents were sweet and wonderful and took us out to dinner tonight.
Here is where we went to dinner. The thin-crust pizza was awe-inspiring. I was also feeling quite frabjous when I discovered they had Apple Beer on tap. But what amused me even more were the signs over the soda fountain:
These may need to be viewed at a larger resolution to be fully appreciated. On the right: how to mix a "Mitt Romney." On the left, an admonition not to steal sodas, signed by the likes of Jesus and Captain Moroni. Hee. Only in Utah County.