Following on from the end of Feb the beast from the east froze our snowpack and we desperately needed a fresh snowfall. On the 1st we woke to fresh snow and it was set to be our best month. I rode 28 out of 31 days and even managed to get a few bluebird pow days. Heaven.
The novelty of shooting the snow and the mountains never wore off, theres just something magic about it. Near the end of the month the snowfall lessened and the warmer bluer days started to become frequent. One particular Saturday after checking out the farmers market and a nap in the sun that we just couldn’t say no and went for a late afternoon ride, in a hoody. With the temps slowly and steadily on the rise the snow in town had all but gone, but lucky for me the night before my birthday and it snowed relentlessly.
Keeping this one in (mostly) chronological order, showing the shift in the season.
