There is no snow on Snow Mesa and the sky has harmless clouds.
At least for today.
The mountains are scraggly and the mountain pine beetle ravaged the trees that called these slopes home, but the aspen being the pioneers that they are thrive and blanket the valleys with splashes of orange and gold. We woke to a cold morning with a layer of frost on our rainfly. But the weather held and the sky was clear of but a few of Bob Ross’s happy, fluffy clouds. We rode down to Lake City with a retired forest fire fighter. He looked at the trees and said they were ideal for a fire, with their low branches and ladder to climb up to the canopy. Dry lightening hasn’t been much of an issue however with September’s unusual precipitation.
We are spending the night at the hiker haven, The Raven’s Rest. The owner, Lucky, is a thru-hiker and he and his wife Amy Jo are angels. Love the trail community.
Headed into the high country tomorrow.