Sometimes guiding is a pretty sweet job... Well, actually most of the time it rocks. Saturday, pre snowstorm was magic in RMNP. Elk and deer herds at sunset, black clouds dropping snow pushed down from the north but skirted us as we snowshoed beneath the nearly full moon that blazed brightly through a thin sheet of cloud. The sky opened intermittently and Jupiter blazed, nearly at the zenith.
Not a breath of wind at ground level. The only sound was the crunching from our steps. We were the only people on a trail that just hours before would have had dozens. All daylight had receded as we made it to Emerald Lake - but the snow captured the moonlight and glowed making headlamps unnecessary. Gossamer mist floated down the Dragon's Tail couloir. The perfect calm before the storm…
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