Winter has arrived, for now. We got six inches of snow at my house and I’m ecstatic. This is just a sign that ski season is rapidly approaching. As in most places around Colorado, this will be burned off by the sun and warmer temperatures in a day rather than stick around. It’s the ethereal nature of it all that makes it beautiful anyhow. Last night and this morning I took my junk X-country skis around the block, not flinching when I snagged on a rock here or there. Muddy did need the outside time as well, as yesterday was all flurries.
Last night the temperature dropped down to zero, but I barely noticed in my cozy house. It feels like i’m in a backcountry hut today. These slow snowy days are what I treasure most about winter. Nowhere specific to get to in a hurry, and a little bit of sliding around on skis. One half hour away there are some clear cut ski runs left from a resort that closed down in the 1980’s due to the variable winters. Conquistador ski resort, I hope, will be my near and dear backcountry excursion spot this winter. Though the lifts have been removed, a bit of hiking will get some clean powder turns, especially if these big snowfalls continue into January, which is usually the month you can be sure not to hit any big rocks or stumps coming down in the backcountry. Winter awaits.
I continue to make small comfort additions to the house. I put in a sink and drain recently. I’ll also be able to have gravity-feed running water inside once I buy one more small adapter to connect my PEX line to my elevated tank. A luxury most take for granted is paradise in a small off-the-grid space. I put up wood interior siding which emits a nice, warm cabin feeling.
It feels like it is getting much colder, earlier, than last year. I welcome it with open arms and an outstretched tongue. Just a little taste of winter for now.