To The Dump-da-dump
I was awakened at 3 a.m. to the sound of heavy equipment outside my door. I'd become accustomed to the snow plows clearing the roads, and even if they disturbed my sleep I appreciated their existence. After all, I live in Aspen now and snow comes with the territory. And this week has gotten so much snow that there are avalance warnings and even some ski slopes closed.
I hadn't remarked on this before, but I did find it amusing to see the 10-15 foot high mounds of snow that grew and grew from the plowing. After all, it had to go somewhere, right? Well last night the dump trucks came to take it away.
Gotta love it.