LATE AFTERNOON, SATURDAY:
Sunshine has yielded its real estate to clouds; cold winds have tapered off; and temps have softened to a daytime high of 30...
The sinking sun has slid toward the west horizon, burning its bright image through the clouds, to take on the appearance of a big full moon behind the valley mist at dusk.
Eastward from the ski hill, we hear the happy voices and the laughter of young skiers.
After all the harshness of the early half of day, this turns out to be an unexpected, pleasant walk for Big Dog Mick and me!
