Crossing into Colorado and through the Rocky Mountains, we saw snow for the first time in our lives. Neither one of us had ever had the opportunity to touch the substance so often seen in the movies. Manuel eagerly put a fistful of snow into his mouth to taste it.
“Tastes like water!” he said with a wide grin on his face.
“What did you expect,” I asked, “Whisky?”
Tracks and Horizons
Chapter 10, “From West to East”
