February Tours.
The winter Solstice was a dismal affair. The season didn’t begin with a bang, but rather a pathetic whimper. Ice formed but snow lingered. We staved off depression by skating across frozen lakes and climbing sun basked rocks.
And then, Old Man Winter decided he outta swing through town. The snow fall may not compare to years past, but there’s a blanket of it covering the ground, rocks and logs and that’s all we need.
Good riddance to the bare earth and exposed rocks. The animals have all stashed their food and altered their plumage. They’ve hunkered down or bucked up. And now we all indulge in the dark months by embracing early mornings and fatigued legs. We farm soft corn, dice firm chunder, and slash deep powder.
Here’s a taste of what it’s been like so far.
