Ridgway
Ridgway
We have osprey here
Ridgway
Sunday. Warmer still. We’re in the sixties.
Snow? There’s no snow here.
Snow? There’s no snow here.
Orvis hot springs
Snow falling mist rising, can’t see more than a few feet. Stew in the pool until it’s too hot to stay, lie on the bench in the cool open air with a thousand tiny pinpoints of snowflakes landing until they start to accumulate, back in the pool again. Cycle indefinitely. It’s good to be here.