Yes, it was a few days into May, and yes, a blizzard had just blown through depositing about 2 feet of snow all around Devils Tower. When we arrived, the temperature during the day had risen to about 50 degrees–so, comfy and quick to melt the snow. (The nights were another story.)
My Frye boots will demonstrate the slushy/snowy stuff that remained on the ground:
There is a 1.3 mile trail loop around Devils Tower that we all could do fairly easily, so off we went.
We’re all holding hands and practically skipping down the cool trail winding it’s way through huge boulders and old conifer trees.
And then. Hubby picked up a handful of snow and lobbed it at Golfer.
Golfer, like an excitable Labrador puppy, immediately escalated things by retaliating with a full snowball windup right into Hubby’s back.
It was on. We were divided against each other in a free for all snowball fight all the way around the walking loop. With so many boulders and trees to hide behind, it was a frenzy of surprise blitzkrieg-like attacks, as shown in the next picture when Golfer feels safe and secure–unwittingly walking right into Hubby’s trap.
Golfer wasn’t quick to forget, and snuck up on Hubby later on down the trail, getting a slushy snowball right down the back of Hubby’s shirt. Score!
Then Hubby threw a frozen rope right to Golfer’s head.
Luckily, Golfer’s ranger hat was a great defense, and kept most snowballs from getting his head or down his shirt.
Until the one fateful snowball that hit him on the chin. That caused some tears.
By the end of the 1.3 miles, we were all exhausted from running, laughing, and throwing*. A truce was called, and we ended the walk how we started it…as friends.
*I opted out of the snowball fight after one got a little too close, and served as AP photographer instead. Also, I’m still trying to recover from a slight broken nose I suffered as a result of Sassy’s heel to my face during a particularly rambunctious tickle fight.