After an early bike ride by myself, the two pups and I snowshoed out the back door into our glorious world.
The photo of the mountains emanates wintery cold but little signs of spring are sprouting - a sprig of green here or there where the snow has melted, and a pair of red-winged blackbirds in a willow bush on the edge of a meadow. Only one is in the photo below.
Our hike felt wintery as we traipsed through deep snow up a forested slope, following the bounding tracks of mule deer. The mule deer fled our neck of the woods for a week or so after successive storms hammered us with feet of snow. At least a pair of deer have returned.
After trudging through endlessly deep snow up the steep hill that the mule deer had climbed, we left the darkness of the forest and walked on the crust of a snowy meadow. Obviously, this meadow contains the best wriggling snow of the year!
We climbed from there to a high point, where K towered over us like a bohemoth!
It was another gorgeous day on the Front Range with my two pups!
Recently, I visited the bear den (without the dogs) to exchange memory cards in my wildlife cameras and made an exciting discovery. Three bears inhabit that small den! Because they'd never been outside together, I didn't know that identical cubs were snuggled into the den.
In my almost 1200 photos, two nearly identical yearling cubs and a mother played together like raucous teenagers. I don't know how much longer they'll stay in the den - but I had guessed based on our high altitude weather that it would be at least another month. We'll see!