Saturday

          I slept in late - why not!  The tent was heavy with snow and I poked my way out of my igloo to see a world blanketed with the white purity of winter.  Winter's fury dumped a couple of feet of snow during the night, creating, in my snowed prison, a chamber of absolute silence in which the sounds echoing in my ears were that of my own pulsating vessels moving to the beat of my heart.

          Putting on the booties, I cleared the tent of snow, before settling down to a leisurely breakfast.  I might do some skiing today.  The snow showers continue despite the brilliant shafts of sun breaching the broken clouds.  At times the snow fall is so thick it seems that I am in one of those Christmas scenes inside a crystal ball with the white flakes, which some great hand has just violently shaken.  If this continues unabated till Monday I will have a dickens of time getting out.