With the exception of a few faint, childhood memories of ice skating and sledding in Grand Junction, most of my regular visits to Colorado came in the summer. So it was such a treat to experience winter here. Danielle, Koa and I could be found, most weekends well into April, nordic skiing over the trails on Grand Mesa or making our way up old roads in the San Juan Range. The qualities of the snow -- light, dry, reflective and dazzling in the alpine sun -- were pure pleasure and unlike anything we'd experienced before.
Cruising on Grand Mesa, Colorado
Making tracks in the San Juans, Colorado
I headed back into Utah to meet up with our Vegas clan at Brian Head resort -- very near to Cedar Breaks National Monument and nearly 11,000' in elevation. My sister, Betty, and assorted cousins and their kids had a fantastic time. Somehow, in one long weekend, I managed to sled, ski, hike and snow-camp, and -- for the novelty -- snowmobile. A thoroughly fun visit, all around.
A rare event: snow-camping in Red Canyon, Utah
All kinds of fun at Brian Head, Utah
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