Our river is iced up more this winter than the past few winters.



We tried walking on the ice until Mr. Troutbend slipped on a slick spot and fell. This is him recovering enough to stand up.



He nearly broke something a finger or maybe his wrist, so that was a lesson for both of us.

Now he's back in Las Vegas and bowling leagues have started, to end in May. I don't know the details of how they are coping with the social distancing and to what degree there is compliance with mask wearing. It's a senior league, everyone's over 65, so I suspect they are reasonably conscientious about it. I'll ask him some time.

It's much nicer, more scenic for me here in Colorado, so I'm happy.

When there's wildlife on the highway, oncoming cars warn us by flashing their headlights. We have a lot of blind curves in our canyon, so it is much appreciated.