It's spring in the Rockies.
But, I won't be swinging anytime soon.
I've been running/walking the main trail behind my house on top of the packed snow. I go in the early morning before the sun's warmth penetrates the forest, and the snow gets slushy and unstable. I'm staying alert for bears just out of hibernation. So far, I've only encountered bossy squirrels that chatter at me for intruding. I know there will be more snow, but for now I welcome the warmth of spring. We are in the melt and freeze cycle that signals the change of seasons at high altitude.