It was two days of making and seeing tracks.
The first day involved making tracks on cross-country skis. From the Dead Indian Memorial Highway, we crossed the road to a snow-covered junction, where we.
“Sand lilies!”
“Yellow violets!”
“Cushion buckwheat!”
Niel and Molly were taking turns calling out the names of wildflowers as we walked into the heart of Devil’s Garden.
“Yellow paintbrush!”
“Pussypa.
It was worth the wait.
Three years ago, friends and I were hiking along trails in the Wood River Wetland when we wondered what it would be like to cross-country ski the area in winter. The hike itself.