This one’s a little late…
The first major snow storm that coated the mountains with its first feet of snow came right before the first weekend in November. A cold front had settled in on the tail end of the storm just as we had planned to hit Utah for one last trip of the year.
We had arrived late at the San Rafael Bridge campground on a frigid dark night; the only light but that of a sky filled with an endless amount of stars and shooting meteors. The tall rock walls were pitch-black, silhouetted against the grains of the sky.
