I slowly peeked through the curtain onto the window only to see a thick cloud of mist covering it. I moved towards the door in anticipation. Maybe I could see the trees moving, gauge how windy it is and layer up accordingly. After all, the mountain wind is not very forgiving, you see. But again a mist covered glass. I managed to brave the cold, put on my warmest jacket and stepped out to witness probably the most surreal landscape I had ever seen. A fresh layer of snow now covered the otherwise dusty ground, while newer flakes were mid air. The whossing of the wind, pitter-patter against the roof and the cold window panes &mdash all made sense now. This is the thing about Mary Budden Estate, it is a sanctuary filled with experiences experiences that stay with you for a lifetime.



