Another week gone by with no snow! This has to be some sort of meteorlogical record. When you live in Montana all your life, suffice to say you come to develop certain expectations of winter. Okay, that’s an understatement – when you live in Montana, winter is your life.
Now, don’t get me wrong. I’m loving that right now I can head out the door and get in a great trail run without having to pile on clothing layers like the Michelin Man. But it’s January, darnit! By all rights, the whole state should be buried under several feet of the white stuff by now. Where is Winter? I’m beginning to wonder if it forgot about us here in our little corner of the world.
So, this weekend my good friend Eric Warren and I grabbed our snowshoes and headed up the East Rosebud to Elk Lake to find Winter. And while we certainly didn’t encounter the heavy snow and freezing temps you might expect in the mountains, Winter had definitely visited there and left its signs everywhere.