I was getting used to no snow. Then Monday morning everything was white. Tuesday it was all gone. Then Wednesday everything was white again. But I needed to go run and Basin Road is close. As I ran, part of me said, "You keep going the same trail, you'll run out of things to take pictures of." And then I realized there were billions of pictures out there.
The snow wasn't deep. I figured the avalanche danger wasn't great with a one inch base.
What a great place to clear my head.
