From the window of my car, I watched the cloud cover dissipate throughout the night. The dusting of snow on the hood was all that had materialized from a promised one to three inches. My body temperature had finally equalized in a fashion from the surrounding air, and I had slept for a couple of hours. Dawn was breaking. I would not sleep again.
I suddenly needed to see the foothills. I struck out on highway 36, thinking I would go to Lyons and return. I'd spent enough time here being… Continue