I woke to a few inches of snow in Fruita today. What a great thing, as I was actually looking forward to the first snow ride. I tried to get my son to go with me, but he looked at me sideways as though I had just lost my mind. Oh well, at 16 he's rather capricious, and I think he was disappointed in missing out after he heard about the ride. Anyway, the sun came out and it made for a rather patriotic ride: red sandstone, white snow and blue sky.