Of course we went up; Cheryl and I were locked and loaded early, but Hwy. 191 was closed, so we couldn't get North until 10:30 or so when the police people opened the road. Unfortunately it was still snowing and blowing in the 'Cows, but we rode six or seven miles, cut hundreds of deer tracks, and saw nary a bobcat or fox or lion track. That snow was wet to begin with, and it's made the whole country into a muddy mess, as the Dawg observed, but it's supposed to snow again tonight, so maybe I'll catch a pony and go back up in the morning, although it may still be too sloppy to get anywhere close with the trailer.

It was a cold wet ride, but well worth it just to see all that snow in a canyon that I've cursed for the heat and the gnats many times. Folks in most parts of the country just sort of take snow for granted, but down here it's kind of a novelty, particularly in the last fifteen or so years, and even though most people were huddled inside mumbling about the stuff (the ones who weren't sliding their vehicles into the bar ditches, anyhow) I was out there in the middle of it, if only to have something to remember in a few months when the thermometer cracks 100 degrees.

John-Henry