Postcard: First snow

The first real winter burst is a glorious occasion. We got ours in Colorado on Sunday night. It came with a serious northwest wind, but safe estimates pegged the alpine total at around 6 to 7 inches. (Silverton reported two to three feet.) Since I am of the opinion that snow is only worthwhile if you can ski it, I was happy to see most of the lower elevation fluff melt by 5 p.m. Monday, which is when I broke away for a mountain bike ride and found myself in the dizzying world of free acid trips, a.k.a. the middle of a peaking aspen grove, staring out at the Tenmile Range.

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Photo by Devon O’Neil