Night-time. I still love the night, and I awoke at 3 am on a full moon to take some pictures of our campground at the confluence of the Savage and Jenny. Check out the lenticular clouds in the background; they are indicative of high winds aloft. We weren't really harassed by wind during our trip, though a few days after our departure they did kick up to 55mph in the mountain passes. That would not be pretty in freezing temperatures; it would more accurately be a dangerous scenario at best. Anyway, it was still and beautiful the night I took these pictures and I really wanted to strap on the skis and take a long jaunt. I didn't because I thought it dangerous to travel around at night on a frozen river alone.
There was one point during the night that an extremely noisome and furious wind passed OVER the tent without touching it. I felt as if I had just eluded the Nazgul.
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