In the depth of winter I finally learned there was in me an invincible summer.

-Albert Camus

Adventures in Steamboat

We had another heavy snowfall last week, so Craig and I took advantage by heading up to Steamboat Springs (thanks to our new fancy snowtires we had no troubles, even over roads completely covered in ice) to go snowshoeing. Well, it was snowshoeing for me. For Craig it was the ancient pitting of man versus animal, the primordial stalk, ie. elk hunting. Sadly for our tummies it's Craig 0, Elk 1. None of Darrell's green chile elk stew for us this Thanksgiving... but don't despair gentle readers, we will feast on antelope and grouse instead!

Craig on the trail

Aspen

Lunch break in the shelter of a spruce

Our first clear elk track

Elk bed- "He went that-a-way!"


Craig's sweet post-hat hairstyle