Super Bowl Sunday we woke up to an absolutely beautiful frost, this is commonly known as a hoar frost. John and I went for a trail ride early in the morning and had the opportunity to see all this beauty and it was so quiet, as if we were the only ones awake. We rode just underneath our resident eagles on the trail and they were very vocal as we passed, but did not move from their branch. If I were to describe a perfect morning, this might have been it.
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Only perfect because of the company, of course!
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