Winter is fleeting. In the high mountains it arrives early and lingers late, but only in the high mountains. Down in the low lands the snow melts quickly. Those that don't maximize their time lose out.
We could have climbed Mount Si or Mailbox again. We could have done the unthinkable and spent the day on Tiger Mountain. Instead, we chased the snow.
And by, "chase," I mean we had to climb 1200 feet with snowshoes on our packs to get to the snow. That meant we would only get 200 feet of time in the snow, but it was worth it.
Treen loved it from the first traces of dirty snow way down the trail to the deep, fluffy powder she struggled through to break the trail to the summit. I might also have reveled in the pure snow and the unexpected bright glowing orb in the sky.
It wasn't much but we did get into the snow. I got my snowshoes caked in snow and Treen was able to roll in it. We even saw a goat on the way down. It was far better than the alternatives and a great way to get one more taste of winter before it's gone.
