When I was growing up in North Carolina, March 1st, my birthday, signified the first day of spring. After my birthday I knew the flowers would pop up and soon it would be hot. In Colorado, however, March 1st is the beginning of snow season... This year Andy and I went snowshoeing at Rocky Mountain National Park for my birthday. It was a blizzard and in the teens in Boulder, calm and cool when we started and 43 degrees when we finished a couple of hours later! Driving back to Boulder the temperature plummeted and we were back in winter. That night, something magical happened to the trees on Flagstaff. Here are some pictures to show the season's finest. (Click on an image to enlarge and view all as a slideshow)
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