The snow's finally melting on Mailbox. It's getting warmer and down low the trail is in pretty rough shape. Up high, though, it's still cold in the early morning.
Afternoons? That must be a different situation. Behold: The Mail Hole!
The mailbox itself still hasn't emerged from Winter's grip, but the snow has given way and opened up a neat little cave near the summit.
Treen wouldn't go in. Coward.
Eric wouldn't go in. Coward.
Me? I'm no coward. So in I went. Cool.
Eric is a follower, though, so he went in next.
Knowing the snow is on its way out made it hard to leave, but alas, Sunday isn't a time for lazing about in the mountains. Oh, well.
There's always next Sunday.
