Overheating in Overcold Weather

I had to go to Grand Junction this last week, and on my way back to Aspen last night, the good 'ol Subaru overheated in 12 degree weather. So there I sat in the darkness on the side of Highway 82 wrapped up in my parka, reading a newspaper in the dark, while steam poured out from under the hood. Stupid stupid stupid car. 12 degrees? Give me a break! The fact that Colorado was cold was the deciding factor in our moving here, simply because the Subaru wouldn't overheat during winter. And now our reasoning has been flushed down the toilet. 12 degrees and the Subaru overheats. Stupid stupid car indeed.

Scandinavian Moose Hat

This is Sam's new Scandinavian Moose Hat from his Aunt Emily in Salt Lake City who has a low-burning obsession with all things pertaining to "knitting." Sam loves it. It is the only hat he currently owns that he doesn't rip right off his head and throw on the ground. That is saying something!

The Long Thaw

After a wicked winter here in Aspen, we might have begun the long long long thaw. I walk past this car on my way to work every morning, and a few weeks ago it was completely covered. But now, we have had some days of sun, and we can see asphault on the streets again for the first time since December. Here is to a muddy and "floody" spring.

Snowshoeing Under the Full Moon . . .

Becky and I went snowshoeing up Hunter Creek the other night to take advantage of the high altitude full moon (see uber-artistic photo of moon above). No headlamps were needed. We put Sam to sleep, motored up the mountain, parked the Subaru in a snowbank, and wandered off into the woods.Right after I took this photo of Becky, we even got attacked by a coyote (not really, but we did see one in the moonlight).

Arizona Sun!

Sam and I (Becky) travelled to the Big AZ to visit his grandparents, Aunt Ali, and Uncle J. We had a great time with everyone, and really enjoyed the warm break from the cold Colorado winter.

Sam even made his first appearance at the petting zoo, where he spent the afternoon kicking goats.

Snow snow snow snow snow!

It is snowing as I write this, and as of today, we have 110 inches of snow here (9.15 feet). As I wait for the bus every morning to head into town, I can hear the ski patrol bombing down the avalanches over my shoulder. Every weekend has been uber-soft skiing, and luckily the snow keeps coming, and coming, and coming.

10 wins in a row . . .

. . . and here is to 11 in a row on Friday night. GO JAZZ!!