Cathy, Theo and I spent a long weekend in Ketchum. No skiing or fishing this time, but we did go for a few really lovely hikes, and I got one pretty long snowshoe trudge in, too.
No new snow up there, but Baldy still had good coverage and there were actually a bunch of people there skiing.
The highlight of the weekend (besides Valentine's dinner at Globus, which Theo slept through) had to be how T would probe the cold air with his tongue, poking it out every time we set off oustide. Hilarious.