Tuesday, January 18, 2005

I took my leave Sundee Morn to strap on the old snowshoes and head up toward Grizzly Gulch via the Hell Hole. Great snow, superlative scenery and dandy temperatures, topped off by that fleeting spice named solitude and a dash of physical exertion.

Wouldn't have changed much if I could have.







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