A wintry blast of weather pushed through Pueblo this week. Temperatures that flirted with the 70s on Monday barely broke into the teens mid-week. About five inches of snow fell over two days, too.
November around these parts isn’t typically this chilly. I had to dig out my long johns for the morning walks with the dogs out at the Redgate. An upside to the single-digit weather is that it keeps encounters on the trails to a minimum. The solitude is nice.
This morning while tramping through the snow near the Broken Hip, the dogs and I froze in our tracks as a coyote howled at us, his message unambiguous: keep moving. Some one, it seemed, felt their solitude was being encroached upon. After a good half-minute, we obliged.
