Fiddling with the map and GPS today…at 4100 feet in elevation the trail was not snowy. By 4200 feet it was. We were hiking in what Pam calls “freshies.” Very recent snow. The mountains were hidden by snow squalls blowing over the crest. For awhile it looked like we would be engulfed. The wind was sure cold enough to keep us moving.
My eyes were drawn to everything: yellow willows on a gray creekbank, Clark’s nutcracker swooping up into a fir tree, the powdering of ferns, a scatter of amber pine needles on the ground.