Postcard: First turns

Ah, powder. You little temptress, you. I wait all summer for you to return, and when you do, it feels like you never left. Thank you for being you, all light and fluffy and cozy inside. Also, as an aside, contrary to what the last two seasons suggested, October in Breckenridge does not mean mountain biking. Click image to enlarge.

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Photo by Devon O’Neil