There WAS snow from the blizzard – just 7 miles to the west in Somers, on the trail by the ice house. It was hard to tell how much had fallen as a good bit of the snow was blown here and there.

It was late afternoon and the sun was making a valiant effort now and again.

Along with the new signage on the trail, there is a kind fellow with a 4 wheeler keeping the trail plowed.

At 17F, with a brisk breeze, and the sun dropping behind the mountains to the west, it started feeling decidedly cold as we turned back toward Somers.

To the east, the mountain tops were in the clear against a cold wintry sky as Karl and I took a Winter walk by the Ice House.