To our surprise, we arrived to a foot of snow covering everything. The weather had been colder as we drove up to Colorado, with snow covering some of the forests, but I wasn't expecting to step into a scene from mid-January.
The aspens were caught of guard by the snow as well-- they were still golden yellow and looked incredible against the white snow and dark blue mountains.
We slept curled up on an air mattress in front of the wood stove, under piles of down sleeping bags and comforters. My breath was visible inside as I stood over the cookstove in the morning, heating water for coffee. And despite two layers of thick wool socks and snug boots, my toes were blocks of ice the entire time.