With the recent snows, it seems less and less likely that I will have visitors for quite some time. My neighbors behind me have returned, but are properly track machine enabled. Those otherwise, else on foot, shall not be traveling by any time soon.
When one gets accustomed to the stillness, the blanket of white, unmoving in the calmest January I have experienced in twenty plus years in Colorado, any movement catches the eye. Three yearlings wandered by first, letting me know life was continuing to thrive.
The next day, with text notifications, and the whiny buzz breaking the stillness for miles, human company stopped by as well.
Properly laden with monstrous tracks, my friends were trying out their new winter access vehicle, which climbed my ominous pass with nary a second thought. With the right gear, the right day, and the right attitude, winter can be quite magical and fun out here in the depths of the ranch.
The stillness returned after they returned to their own home. Calm, quiet, wind free and seemingly odd, but I brought in a few loads of firewood for the forthcoming storm last night at sunset. Clad only in jeans and a T-Shirt, it seemed unusually still, warm, and silent again. I am enjoying it much. Fifteen plus inches predicted to drop in the next couple of days, so an even deeper blanket of silence is about to land.