Just a small announcement here to say that I am sick to death of snow and longing for Spring. I'm yearning for summer. Summer in the mountains, high up on Round Mountain in the Pecos Wilderness, where the grass grows as high as your horse's knees and you can lie on your back and look at the clouds floating above you in a field of cerulean blue. And if you're really lucky, and you stay there all day long, nice and quiet like beneath an aspen tree, you may see an elk striding across the cusp of the hill above you. Or a herd of deer.

Hurry winter.