Allenspark had reportedly received 32 inches of snow from the previous weekend’s big dump.
Meeker Park had only maybe 2 feet, and it was melting rapidly, but it was enough that I had to dig a path from the driveway to the cabin, enough so all the trees and cabins were covered, even smothered, in layers of snow.
When I snowshoed up the unplowed Coyote Hill Road, it was like pushing through wet concrete. The air was warm, the snow heavy. But the pleasure of being in a landscape so purely white made my efforts worth it.
I guess I couldn’t get enough of (hopefully) winter's last hurrah, so the next day I hiked the Deer Mountain trail in Rocky Mountain National Park, where you can get a panoramic view of the mountains all around: Longs Peak (top), Glacier Gorge, the Bear Lake drainage, the mountains surrounding the Fall River Road up toward the visitor center on top of Trail Ridge, and Twin Sisters to the southeast. Whole basins, valleys, foothills and mountains were full up with snow.
But by the end of the day I had enough of snow and winter. I was ready for something easier, something sweeter. After the hike, I headed back down the valley, where spring—green fields, pink and white-blossomed trees, red and yellow tulips—were waiting. Good-bye winter.