The plows were out in force trying to make the roads safe for travelers.
Though they did not even try to clear the dam.
A rare opportunity for the skier or pedestrian to follow the Dam Road, normally reserved for cars.
The dam was too long for a man on foot in knee high snow, so I stopped here before turning around.
The pale disc of the sun tried to shine through the clouds, but it would be a few hours before it could break through.
Though deep, the snow couldn’t bury everything in white.
Taller grass shone through.
A brief bit of sun cast shadows in the untouched landscape.
No one and nothing else had seen this scene before. I was the first.
Though the storm was ending, it was not finished.
The sun came out after breakfast, with a reminder that this white wonderland will not last. Not under the warm sun of Denver.