A Cirrus Snowshoe Day

The snow crunched under my snowshoes like potato chips as the sun beat down frying the frozen crust. Up Goat Peak, my iphone and me climbed. No birds to be seen. No deer. Just some tracks of skiers who had come down the steep rocky tree strewn slope that I was climbing up. As I teetered and sunk unexpectantly, I prayed  to avoid tumbling down the hillside under an avalanche. It was slippery out there. I sat on the wet boulders and snapped a few photos and there next to me, what did a I see but a bear den. I didn't find Yogi and Boo Boo sleeping in there though. See below.