Snow Hunters

A walk on Thanksgiving along a fire road in the northern woods of Arizona. It seemed a mystical setting as we walked. The fog, leaves dripping chilling, ice-like droplets on our heads and snow drifted on tree limbs and pathways. Our feet crunching in snow reminiscent of our childhood. No gloves and no hats, ignoring the coldness as we reached down to make snowballs and begin a snowball fight. I won, of course...did you have any doubt?

We have become snow hunters... One takes advantage of snow when you live in Arizona and takes pictures as proof! After growing up with this weather delight in the Midwest and not being graced with its presence often or for very long we make our way to the snow, rather than the snow making its way to us. Spending a day playing in the snow takes the bite out of the memory of 115 degree temperatures in August.