Well, we just got a big, early snowstorm.
Almost a foot in town - - two feet in the mountains.
Yeah, I know.
It's rough.
I love fresh snow on the pines.
I don't think I will ever grow tired of the Bighorn Mountains.
Rising up from the edge of town more than two and a half miles high.
Sheer eastern faces against a sapphire autumn sky.
Can you tell I'm looking north?
One last look before heading back to town and a day's work.
As beautiful as it is, it will be hard on wildlife. This year's deer and antelope fawns depend upon fall forage to put on the most weight possible. A short fall with early snow cover means that many will die.