Most Saturdays, I'm up before dawn and on my way to a dropzone. But not when the temperature is in the single digits and the wind is already in the double digits not even counting gusts. Those days, I can sleep in. But yesterday morning I was at least consoled by the view of the peak from the breakfast nook. So, I thought I'd share.
This is my 12th winter in Colorado and it's unlike any of the other 11. I haven't seen my back yard since mid-December. Any other winter, the snow hasn't lasted a week. Normally, it melts, sublimates, or blows to Kansas. Not this year.