And Then It Snowed

And on the third day... it snowed. The rain tapping on the sides of the canvas tent all night Sunday night finally stopped around 5 AM. It was time to crawl out of a warm sleeping bag and face the cold dead wood stove. As daylight crept up outside we looked to see that the rain only stopped because the temperature had dropped. It was now snowing and there was almost no visibility. 8 AM. I can barely make out the tree line down by the pond. The pond is 75 yards from the tent. 9 AM. It's snowing sideways. 10 AM. It's still snowing! 11:30 AM. Hey! It broke. The three of us flew out of the tent like the fire alarm was sounding. The day proved futile. All the walking through snow was tiring. Only cutting a few tracks was no better. I walked up into T Meadows. It was so windy that places had been blown down to bare ground. At this point I was half a mile from camp through the dark timber or just over a mile by trail. That mile took almost an hour and a half.