We counted birds because it was easy--most of them were huddled elsewhere. The sun disappeared behind clouds that spit iceballs. The breeze became more than breezy. There seemed to be some relief as we approached the protected porch.
Wee huddled in the lee of the building, taking some time for lunch. Then Mt. Blanca and neighbors emerged from the ice clouds, giving us a spectacular, mystical farewell.
•Bill,Marilyn,Linda,Judy,Wayne,Judy,Bob
•the real goose-step /AlaNWR
•Cottonwoods on Rio Grande ANWR
Grotesque trees Alamosa NWR
•Blanca Massif--the sacred mountain to many tribes.
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