Wind, and dust, and sneezing, and coughing. Not what it was like last time this year at all!
I got a clear view of the entire Taos Valley this morning hiking El Salto, with the only snow a thousand feet behind me on the higher peaks. Spring has arrived, finally.
I moved to Taos to experience actual seasons, but I'm starting to wonder if Spring is going to be able to overtake old man Winter.
I moved to Taos to experience actual seasons; and the western slopes of the Sangre de Cristos gave me exactly what I asked for. When the temperatures outside my tiny mountain chalet plummeted to 7 degrees the night before Halloween, we knew it too.
Even the locals, referred to as Taoseños, have remarked on the great quantity of snow we received this past season. It was certainly more snow than I had seen in a single winter in my first 37 years. I definitely was not disappointed.
My first two trips to a Colorado River site in West Central Texas have given me a new perspective on the possibility that there is more out there in the wilderness than I ever considered.