Bob’s house is at 7000′. The first day up in the mountains with him, I felt like I had cotton in my mouth. But the next couple of days I felt surprisingly good. It was probably the elation of being out in the powdery snow, with the blue skies, the cold clear air, so different from California. After falling a few times I got the knack of snowshoeing.
On the 3rd day we went up with Bob’s friends Larry and Billy. It was a beautiful Rocky Mountain morning. Bob leads the way, he’s like a coyote following animal trails. He keeps his pace down so we can keep up. Larry and I discover common interests is Native Americans, Baja, and wild animal skeletons and I’m so excited I forget to be tired.