There was fog this morning, filling the valley, and I had decided to just rest up and finish getting over a cold that I’ve had for several days, but just after noon the clouds started to thin out and I could see fresh snow on the peaks to the west. I accepted the invitation, and the trail to Big Hole Lookout seemed just right.
The fresh snow looked good enough to eat. So how do you do that?
You scoop some up with your nose, then stick your tongue wayyy out and…
And while Buster was having a wonderful time eating snow and getting wet and muddy I couldn’t resist recording scenes of the not-quite-ready-to-leave-summer vegetation meeting about 4 inches of new snow.
