Postcard: When seasons collide

Say hello to Sawmill Creek in early November. Early winter ski missions up this drainage require a skintrack next to the creek, which is about the most beautiful thing you see all day, powder or no powder. If I were a squirrel, I would get in my kayak and fire off one of the pillows into the whitewater, then ride it all the way to town and meet my lady squirrel for lunch. (Click the image to enlarge.)

Photo by Devon O’Neil

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