A couple of scenes in the town that opened its doors to hikers caught in the late winter storm.
Looking back towards the ridgeline that was the source of our adventure 24 hours prior. The snow showers were just clearing and we would sit tight for another 24 hours so that the snow could consolidate or melt.
Jen goofing in front of one of the neat public art pieces in town. Each state is completed only with state correct license plates.
Our cabin turned into a drying/airing shack. We were thankful for the open rafters and well-placed ceiling fans, a recent addition to these 1930’s-era cabins.
But most of all, we were thankful for the friendly faces of the locals.