Woke up and all the puddles were froze. Some as nice as skating rinks. It reminded me of when the girls skated the puddles and the joy of finding such a surface.
Willow and I took to the creek behind the mountains. It was easy going after leaving the ice behind. The snow crunched under foot. Willow rode on top of the surface. The pussy willows were replaced with ice crystals.
Several flocks of Buntings flew and blended into the flat sky. I knew they would never land for a picture. The minus 13 wind was cold after yesterdays plus 8.
Palliser Pass 
Jim R
Frosty hips.
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underswansea
I’ve always liked nice hips, frosty or otherwise. 🙂
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Jim R
Me 2
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mountaincoward
Great title! I actually got up a hill in the snow a couple of days ago – it’s pretty rare in England (not rare in Scotland but I don’t get up there much now)
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underswansea
Hi Carol, good to hear you got up in the snow. That must mean the hip is doing well. No doubt you will be back in Scotland soon tackling rough peaks and shitty weather. Take care. Bob
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mountaincoward
I’m hoping to have at least one visit. Will probably stick to one visit to Scotland (or maybe two) per year from now on…
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