A Snowstorm!

Last night, we had the gorgeous skies that often come before a storm. The four of us went for an easy stroll on the trails as the sun set. The clouds sat thick and heavy over the Divide but the sky to the east lit up beautifully.

The rocky peaks sat, unimpressed, from where they've watched sunsets for eons.

We awakened to single digits, snow plummeting out of the sky, and a power outage. I burrowed further under the covers, choosing to stay toasty for longer rather than brave the cold. Soon, I felt Shyla leap onto the bed. Then, she gently lay directly on top of me. I peeked out from under heavy eyelids, and she was holding one of my slippers a few inches from my nose. She made me laugh and got me out of bed with a smile on my face.

I was so grateful for the invention of the Fat Bike this morning. It made it possible for Shyla and I to pedal blissfully and silently through the forest. I sometimes get sad on "powder days", since the doctors have made telemark skiing off-limits to my fragile spine. Before I was banned from skiing, I used to log about 100 days a year on skis.

Shyla's enthusiasm was infectious! She is the perfect snowbiking partner.

By the end of our ride, snow was still falling at an incredible rate. No doubt, we are now having real winter after a short sunny and warm break!

Now, we are ready for our evening walk through the snow, using snowshoes to pack down a trail. This photo is from last night as the storm was moving in - I am looking forward to somewhat clear skies again soon!

All in good time.