Anyway, when we visited in May, Jim decided to take us hiking to one of his favorite spots. The weather was warm in Denver and Jim said we could wear shorts for our hike because the snow "certainly has melted by now" (should have trusted my gut here).
Jim drove us to the ski lift landmark, which apparently marked the spot of one of his favorite trails. Problem was we couldn't find the darn ski lift so we drove up and down and around the mountain for about 45 minutes trying to find it. When we finally did locate the spot, we started on our hike -- only problem was that it was pretty cold at that elevation and as for snow, yep, there was plenty of it. And when we set out, I couldn't go more than 2-3 feet without sinking in up to my waist. The warm weather had softened the 4-5 FEET of snow beneath our feet that we were trying to hike on.
Our hike lasted about 5 minutes. Hopefully Jim knows where the ski lift is for the next time we come out and we certainly are not wearing shorts.
