In the mountains near the Buckhorn Lodge, spring doesn't so much 'spring' as gently and slowly emerge. In these hills, two kinds of weather dominate: Cold (in the winter) and dry (in the summer), and neither of these are conducive to vast swathes of lush greenery.
So when spring arrives, life emerges, gently and carefully.
The greenery gets a little greener.
The snowmelt water flows.
And there are a few patches of snow remaining.
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