When I no longer thrill to the first snow of the season, I'll know I'm growing old.---Lady Bird Johnson
I'm in agreement with the former first lady on the above sentiment. Tim and I recently snowshoed our first powder snowfall of the season at Rabbit Ears Pass, southeast of Steamboat Springs, Colorado.
On the trail we passed two families on a tree-finding expedition—Dad carrying the saw in hand, kids flopping in the snow banks, Mom laughing and snapping pictures. Later we saw them trekking back to their cars, spruce trees in tow. It's a family tradition in Routt National Forest country.
We left the main trail for a lightly used path and found our own little group of Christmas trees with dollops of snow icing on their branches and powdery flakes falling around them. We took only photos, leaving the evergreens behind for others to enjoy.
Click below to view a short slideshow (less than one minute) from our first winter frolic: