Sharon, Kris, and I went out at sunrise hoping to get frost photos. Instead we saw the Devil's Thumb on fire... well at least that's how it looked.
I obviously love the aspen.
There wasn't a lot of snow this year. I don't remember seeing so much grass and sage popping up through the snow. We met a cross-country skier one day while we were resting at the yurt and he said he had been coming to DTR for 15 years and had never seen so little snow.