We wake up to a white, snowy world. The cold, wet weather continues all day. We spend most of the day in our sleeping bags, or scurrying to get back to them. Ann and I resort to such pastimes as hangman, but never get desperate enough for tic-tac-toe.

Our minds begin to turn towards our approaching job hunt with some trepidation, but also excitement. We’re planning to start in Denver, where my dad is near and there are plenty of schools. I have failed to find work there in the past, however, and our imaginations range as far as New Zealand when picturing our next habitation.