Last Friday, we had great weather for the middle of January. After the warmth of the sun broke through the clouds sometime before noon, I stripped to a long-sleeve T-shirt. The day ended with moisture-laden storm clouds making their approach. But even as darkness encroached, the moon broke through and bathed our camp with the soft beams of light.
It rained from midnight until 7 a.m. At 8, when I snapped this photograph, a slushy layer of snow covered the colder patches of ground. Sly Park sets at 3,500 feet. The snow line that morning sat at around 3,800 feet.
I trust my 14-inch skillet will survive! I left it and my cutlery roll on the picnic table overnight.
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