Not far from our house in Lovely Ouray, there is a trail that has a stairway that goes to a tunnel that leads to a bridge that crosses Box Canyon…
It was a frigid New Years Day. Lovely Ouray was caught in the grip of a deep freeze… as in below zero. My son, Caleb, and his Sig-O, Kelli, were paying us a holiday visit. Something was up, though, in the "air," so to speak. Caleb was chattering about a gift of "puppies," and "chores" (like shoveling snow and washing windows???). Kelli was confused, which was the point.
Bobbie and I had marching orders. We had been drafted to participate in an elaborate scavenger hunt ruse concocted by my son. It would have to be on the coldest day of the year.
Later, there was Champagne and celebration… but it had nothing at all to do with the flipping of a calendar.
Should you be interested enough, follow this link to a short Youtube video that I put together to commemorate a very special "occasion." :))