My first winter in Colorado has been spent in wonderment. Some mornings it’s because of a freshly blanketed world of white and other mornings it’s because a t-shirt is sufficient. As time springs forward, there’s this sense of warmth that everyone is craving. Part of my heart aches at how easily we want to move away from a season before mother earth is even ready herself. As many dream about shorts and tanks, I just can’t help but want to soak in every ounce of Colorado’s remaining winter beauty. Here’s a little taste of it with our trip to the Ice Castles in Breck.