Winter Time

 Last week when the snow was floating down for hours on end, when everyone in town was either snuggling up under blankets or skiing the sick pow at the resort, Joey and I decided to venture a different way. 

Tucked up highway 160 West, just past a turn no one ever remembers exists, La Plata Canyon stands regal in all it's mountainous glory. The trees catch the snow which makes them look like they are soft and fuzzy; like they are old and grey. 

The only thing we could do with that kind of landscape was to go out and explore.