Yeah, we got some flurries here this week.
Tuesday after work, Lauren and I threw on our snowshoes and headed out our back door to test the snow depth. Together we hiked about 1/2 a mile down to the Roaring Fork River, where the scenery was pure as, well...newfallen snow I guess.
There's my girl looking resplendent in her Michelin Man-inspired down jacket. She'll be needing it as temps are projected to drop into those ungodly negative numbers over the next few days.
