Some guy holding a beer on Deadwood Main Street looks at the first piffling snowflakes before the parade and says to me, "Huh. 45 degrees, and it's trying to snow."
About five minutes later, the snow succeeds. So does Wyoming Pipe and Drum, which marches undaunted through the wet white fluff. Here's how they looked and sounded from the porch of the Franklin Hotel:
What more stirring sound can you imagine than the pipes echoing through the Hills?
The pipes brought the stirring sound of an extra ring of the cash register to world-class chocolatier Chubby Chipmunk, which sold the Heidelbergers three more truffles. The Divine Miss K's Cinna Bun truffle was better than I expected, but I could be moved to contend that mankind needs no other sustenance than the Raspberry Royale. I'd show you pictures of these Deadwood delectables... but the taste buds jumped in line in front of the blog itch. Num num num!