Arizona to Montana

Woke to overcast skies and big white flakes. The car was already buried under inches of snow. I don't understand how they measure snow but it looked like a lot to me. It is three o'clock and the flakes are still fast and furious. For a woman who didn't wear a coat for forty years it's a different world. How did I get here? Read more of my journey Wildcat to Bobcat here.http://moosh-potpourri.blogspot.com/2009/09/moosh-missing.html