We were supposed to go snowshoeing, but a late start made one potential trail a no-go, and we spent two hours digging out Old Scratch-using my snowshoes!-when it got high-centered on the way to another trailhead. We did spy another potential trail, and we later enjoyed seafood chowder, grilled cheese sandwiches, expressoes, and cheap Jamaican beer.
There was the matter of the Pan-STARRS comet, being oh, so, visible in the western sky. We drove up to the top of Loveland Pass to watch the sun set at nearly twelve-thousand vertical. Try as we might, no dice, but the stars glow atop the Roof of the World-and how I got a girl! up there to look! with me-were just striking.
Resolving ourselves to a fate I do not believe in, we came home to nachos with a spicy salsa and Janis Joplin preying for and upon a Mercedes Benz. We drank imperial stouts and were grateful for the circumstance. The day did not come out the way we schemed, but we still had a myriad of adventures, and that's just how we roll.
So it goes...