Mark and I spent the day yesterday on a 5-mile long snowshoe sans-snowshoes in Vedauwoo. I like to call it “The Ultimate Post-Holing Adventure”. It was a beautiful day, and so great to see such a familar place in such an unfamilar state. We’ve spent a whole lot of time in Ved, but never when it had this much snow. It was so quiet and peaceful.
I’ll be posting a lot more pics from the trip in the next day or so.
I spent some time putting together pictures from several of our climbing adventures last year into a “review” movie. It’s funny, we climbed a good bit last year, but I didn’t take as many pictures as I usually do, for some reason. I hope nobody minds, but I added in some pictures our friends have taken to supplement my own (thanks Dylan and Thomas!)
I experimented with a new compression algorithm to try to keep the movie clear, so I hope this works for everybody. Enjoy!
Well, yesterday it officially became time to donate my hair. I got it all chopped off! I had requests to take before and after shots, so here they are.
Nope, no secrete hidden sister, those are both pictures of me!
Ok, I just saw this and I love it! According to our local office of the National Weather Service:
“The greatest snow storm in Denver weather history occurred during December 1st through December 6th of 1913. The bulk of the snowfall occurred on December 4th and 5th. 45.7 inches was recorded for the entire snow event. This kind of brings our last several snow storms into prospective! ”
Definitely check out the great (and very funny) pictures from the storm that they have posted here: http://www.crh.noaa.gov/bou/?n=1913_denver_winter_storm
This is another shot from the canyon last weekend. Liv was digging for something interesting under the snow. She usually looks like this when she’s outside these days.
Exotic patterns on my garage window this morning. It’s that cold out.
Even though the Poudre River was pretty much entirely frozen over, it was still beautiful when I was out snowshoeing yesterday.
Had an inadvertent adventure in the Poudre Canyon today when I got my truck stuck in the snow, and I was all by myself. After about 45 minutes of digging and rocking I managed to drive out of the drift. I did destroy one floor mat and Mark’s yoga mat, but hey, I got myself out!
I had been hoping to maybe get some pictures of big horn sheep in the canyon when I went up this morning. And I did see lots, and lots, of fresh tracks in the snow, but no actual wildlife. So, I came home with pictures of pretty snow covered trees and mountainsides, and a few of the dog, but no sheep.
