Out of the mountains

We’ve had a couple of days of snow before it cleared. We camped at Peru Creek and followed a single track for over a mile and when the track stopped so did we. I was isolated in my own bubble of turtle sliding, feeling the adaptations to cold coming through me as my body constantly adjusted to the wind, cold and terrain. It was good to be satisfied in each moment.
After we left there we went back into “civilization.” Michael picked up veggie oil at a sushi restaurant and I got groceries. Before that was done it started snowing heavily and we ended up camped at a trailhead near the freeway.
In the morning Loveland Pass was still closed so we took Hwy 70 East. We cut off on a northerly course but when we stopped to ski the wind had scoured many places bare and left deep drifts in others. The wind continued throughout the day, making it difficult to will ourselves out onto other trails.