Here are several pictures taken either as we drove out of town or throughout our drive home. We skied on most of the runs in the pictures, so it was fun to look back up the mountain and point that out to the boys.
And I’ve always loved the colors of the winter landscape. I think it is when the plains come alive. Nothing green can camouflage the stalks of grasses or the barks of trees. So in the pictures near the end, notice the contrasting and complimentary colors and dimensions.
We stopped in to eat supper with Heather and her family, and this post closes with my precious nephews and niece waving goodbye to us.
