mountain 'splorin.

Okay, maybe I don't hate winter that much. At least not when you can run through the freshly fallen snow and feel like you're Balto. 

I sleep in my bed with my sleeping bag and wool socks.

Don't believe the dramatics. It was 65 degrees again today in Aztec. I am a drahmuh queen. But I can pretend I like the winter when looking at these photos. I am obsessed with the southeast corner of Colorado. 

Lucky duck.

It's not too often that a girl has friends that will drive hours to is visit and them humor her endlessly by posing for cheeseball/titanic/hilarious photos. Or friends that pretend to be triplets with you, or cook you delicious meals, or laugh at your pathetic jokes, or help you collect firewood hillbilly style. It also doesn't hurt when they can pull off cowboy hats and have beards with magic powers. (note: that stinkin toothpick!)