DENVER POST.COM – As often as not, the spell of freshly fallen snow is shattered by the bone-chilling voodoo of a high-plains storm. Wind whips unabated across the prairie, sometimes driving snow, but more likely dust and always tumbleweeds, along its path. Frigid fingers freeze against trigger guards and flushing pheasants surge skyward to ride the jet stream’s current quickly out of range. This we know as truth.  [full article]