And soon we’ll hear… old Winter’s song…

The sky began spitting snow soon after we left the house. As we started up the final few steep miles to the lake it grew heavier, and when we arrived at the lake, we found that winter had been there first.

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Stony Lake sits at about 6000 feet in the Cabinet Mountains of western Montana. It is the first of the cirque lakes that I have visited that has a road right up to it. By the looks of the weather we may have been the last ones to visit the lake before next summer.