The last snows to grace us in the spring were wet and clung to every twig, creating a winter wonderland. Branches bent to kiss the ground as the snow lay heavy on them.
I soaked up every snowflake, savoring the frosty weather as long as possible. The gentle springtime river lapped at smooth rocks, melting the snow into slush from underneath.
After admiring the surroundings close to home, I headed down Horse Creek to see how the view had changed since our last scenic drive. The sky had dusted powdered sugar over the entire landscape.
Mountain bluebirds flitted along the fences, while pronghorn grazed calmly on the other side. The bold orange of the badlands was crusted over, and my tires crunched against melting ice.
The snow grew deeper as I entered the forested area, and I couldn't help but wonder if some of these trees turn red and gold in the fall.
I took a little walk near Horse Creek Campground, and the views were just beautiful in the cottony stillness.
It was a lovely day in my version of paradise, and I headed back home with my spirit brightened.
