First Tracks

I wish I could tell you that a pristine little trout stream lay at the top of the mountain and that I found many willing trout on the end of my line this day, but alas, I cannot.  When life gives you snow, you make tracks.  The trail head parking had not even been plowed yet, good sign. Not a human track was found, only deer and a coyote.  We covered several miles enjoying the cold air and dearth of people. I suppose I could have been on a trout stream somewhere, but in 22 degree weather, I'd rather be snowshoeing. Wilderness is wilderness, no matter the activity.