Took a chance on the snow. Drove out to the Tye River near the mountains, to an old abandoned rail bed converted to a trail. A place I knew was shaded deep in the ravine. Shushed along for miles and never saw another person. Just animal tracks.
Well, just one. As I loaded up, got the traditional one finger wave from a farmer hauling rolls of hay out to his Angus, stoic in snow covered fields.