Avoiding the gleaming middle-of-the-road icepack, I stride the edge on a narrow strip of sugar. My boots crunch, each footfall taking a bite of snow. I taste the morning air and smile. The day’s banquet has begun, and I have a place at the table.
Breckenridge needs snow - at the ski area, the upper mountain trails still have uncovered obstacles and rocks. I've started my 4 mile walk/runs again for exercise. Yesterday, I ventured up the trail behind my house and didn't need anything but my hiking boots to stay on top the snow. Other days, I've been running the dirt road near us, staying to the edge so I won't fall on ice. Temps this week have been milder, just below freezing and today slightly above. It looks like spring, but we really need it to be winter. I'm depending on all of you - start doing the Snow Dance for me immediately.