Mea culpa. We hit one of the first really cold days in Estes Park this year - the wind was wild, and howling like several banshees around us all night (and when we came out this morning, there were bear scratches, and bear paw-marks, round our rental car door handles). Guess who loves the cold, and being outside, and thinks that it's fun to go for a hike at 10,000 feet in the Rocky Mountains National Park when it's lightly snowing? Bear Lake was very pretty, really, and it was only a short way round it, I (thoughtfully and considerately) believed ... but nonetheless Alice came crashing down on some ice, and bruised her neck/top of her spine, and I feel very bad about that, indeed.
Nonetheless, we went for a calmer and milder walk part of the way around Estes Park lake, later ... not entirely war,. but not actually below zero ...
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