Nine below and sunny.
This is a very thorny land. When I arrived last year, I didn’t realize just how thorny it can be. I was trying to rescue a four wheeler from a flooded trail. The water was above my knees and the 4-W was floating! It was May, just after the rivers broke up and I was dragging the 4-W through the ice cold water. My bare feet numbed, then my legs and I jumped out of the water onto the bank beside the trail. Big Mistake! Low thorns everywhere. This is not a barefoot kind of land. That happened an hour before we flew back to Texas and I had to walk the airports with those stickers in my feet. Ouch! They were tiny and didn’t come out for weeks.
I think these are nicely juxtaposed against the soft white of the snow. And far away from me.