Hurray for snow!
Waldo is smiling.
He's wearing his new red scarf,
recently soaked in vinegar.
A little black squirrel
has been nibbling at the fringes.
We'll see if the vinegar stops him.
The snow clouds started
rolling in at twilight yesterday.
This morning, the bunny tracks
showed that we had gotten several inches.
Our back trail beckoned.
Can you hear the silence?
My husband and I
clicked into the touring skis.
The snow felt like silk as we glided upward.
Peak 10 on Breckenridge Ski Area
is disappearing in a snow cloud.
Going uphill is work,
but the downhill makes it all worthwhile!
Still climbing - we just crossed
a snow bridge over Lehman Creek.
Most of the creek is blanketed in snow,
but there are still areas of open water.
We're on Flapjack ski run
on Peak 10. After a breather,
we'll point the touring skis downhill.
Peak 10 isn't officially open,
so we're the only ones
enjoying the fresh powder.
We're swishing toward home.
Our swing is slowly disappearing.
I'll take some pictures throughout the season.
By spring, hopefully I'll be able
to sit on the top bar.
I'm doing my Snow Dance!