Snowfall

It was after dark and snowing hard when I began setting up camp. The first thing I did was chain up the truck and start a fire. As hard as it was snowing I figured I might need the chains to get out of here. The fire gave me a sense of security knowing I could warm my hands now and again while I put up the tent.

It only took a couple of minutes to set up the tent. I threw my pack and gear inside, out of the snow, then set up my stove and boiled some water for hot chocolate. In a few minutes I was sitting next to the fire with my fingers wrapped around a warm cup, Ben and Maggie nearby, and big flakes of snow sifting down through the trees. All that could be heard was the soft, steady drumming of the snow landing on the tree branches.

There are times when what I want is to be around people (ladies). It's just as natural to give in to a yearning to be alone, out in a Colorado spring snowstorm, with nothing to get in the away of wild nature, nothing to dampen the strength that comes from solitude.

I took a walk with the dogs, and soon got tired of wading through drifts without snowshoes. I turned back towards camp and was warmed by the yellow glow emanating from my fire, lighting the trees and the snow falling through them.