It was a cold day in January and Elijah walked in the creek
bed along the trail throwing sticks and a discarded plastic bottle into the
rippling creek. They floated away like little boats.
Climbing up from the creek, Elijah played in the
snow.
After a while Elijah came down from the
bank saying his hands where cold and wanted to go
back.
Alanna
smiles while eating her snack on the trail.