I was sitting at home on my day off work, still in my pajamas around noon wondering what to do with myself. I had left over guacamole and birthsecond cake (the day before was my 1 billionth birth second and I had a small party) I looked down at my odd lunch and decided it would taste better in the mountains. So I threw it all into a backpack and headed up the canyon. There were no cars at the Willow Heights trail head so even though I'd been there a couple weeks before, I pulled over and headed up. It was warm and sunny and I enjoyed the animal tracks, the stillness, the fresh air, the aspens, and the snow.
(I hate hats)
I took some pictures at the lake, then after a mildly terrifying close call, I headed back to the meadow where I found a nice spot looking over the snow and down the canyon. I was right, the guacamole and cake tasted way better up there. I wish I'd brought my book, it was so nice, I could have stayed even longer.