I brought my Canon but wisely left it in the car; sledding in a national forest is not the same as sledding in places where I grew up sledding—like Firestone Park, for example. No, this was slogging up a giant hill that felt more like a mountain (it was once a ski run!) through feet of snow and avoiding pine trees on the way down. But with my phone safely zipped up in my pocket most of the time, I still ended up with twelve photos I absolutely love. We had a really, really good time. It is days like this one that remind me how much I love the west.