The morning sun blinded me and the camera,
but I couldn't resist taking pictures anyway.
The air was cold enough that a fog rose from the frost.
I think they knew I had treats!
On a beautiful day like this, I can almost see the Native Americans, tending their fires, and going about their daily lives, with mountains protecting them on three sides. The springs quench their thirst and the fish feed them. The other game is drawn to the valley as the winter winds grow stronger and the snow deepens. All they could want or need, right here.
Our family has tried to preserve the naturalness of the valley. We respect the land, and it continually gives to us...the very same gifts that have been given for hundreds, nay, thousands of years.