On our way back down the mountain the sun broke through and quickly melted the thin covering of snow on the road. We stopped and had a front-seat picnic lunch overlooking Carson City.
The
air was so cold that we found ourselves crowding around the entering stream
of hot water. With my bald head a very efficient radiator, I learned how
to control my core temperature by regulating the number of inches of neck
that had to stay under the water. Next time, I’ll wear a hat.