The alarms went off at 6:30. On a Saturday, this is a big deal. It meant a few minutes of “omfg imma gonna die” heartbeats before we were actually out of bed. Quick showers, a run to the gas station for coffee and eggs (they had none) and we were loaded and out the door just in time to see the first snow fall. We questioned our adulting skills; low on gas, no spare food, taking the car into a canyon that occasionally floods or ices over or gets too muddy to exit. Would the excursion be worth it? The answer was yes. We spent two hours plinking away at targets in rain, then snow, ankle deep in mud, sitting on the wet ground, soaked through head to toe. And I loved every effing minute of it.