Yesterday afternoon, old man winter decided to take hold of our world again. Rather than a sunset hike, we had a snowy hike.
The world near my house was so foggy that I could see less than 50 yards. So, I wore a florescent jacket as my outer layer. I slogged up the road toward the Continental Divide, and within ten minutes, the world was crystal clear. The hoar frost on the aspen skeletons sparkled in the sunlight with an azure sky as the background.
To my utter disbelief, within minutes of starting to pedal toward home, I felt daggers of frigid air and ice pellets attacking me. The storm front was invading our world again. The clouds oozed inexorably from left to right in the photo below.
While I was gone, my wildlife camera on the driveway took the most intriguing photo. Any guesses? I don't know the answer but it could be scary.