
A stroll in the snow. It’s hard work walking on snow at 7,000 feet. Just about survived.
Our only free night this week. Catch up on TV. Alcohol-free night.




Today’s arsenal.
A great morning’s shooting.
In the afternoon Wendy and I went a walk with Bob and Marilyn down the snow-packed rail trail. Glorious blue sky, sunshine and warmer than a spring day. Then we drive up to the PCMR base for a Campos coffee. Their Supreme espresso is so sweet, absolutely awesome. Wendy gets some crap serviced from someone with a face like a slapped arse and a real attitude problem. If only she could smile.
In the evening B & M come round for dinner.

Exhaust gases and bullet from a .44 magnum. Pays to have your your fingers out of the way and hold on tight. You’ll probably not be able to play pickle ball for a week.



Now that’s what I call a steak. Scare vegans like a rabbit in a fox hole. Had to take half home in a doggy bag for tomorrows tea.
I go for a walk down the snow-packed Macloud trail with Sylvia. Wendy takes the car and heads off to the CC.
After lunch, I walk up to the CC on the snow-packed trail. It is 3.5 miles and I’m Powfagged by the time I get there. More exhausting than playing pickleball.
Friday night we’re off to the Grubsteak Restaraunt with B&M and Mike and Janelle. One of the best steaks I’ve ever had, a tad expensive, but a glass of red wine was so exorbitant, I settle for a pilsner.



The Canyons.

Death of a Skeet.
Then it’s a night in catching up on TV, a drop of wine, we pass on “Little Women” at the library theatre.

