While Kirk was preparing one last fabulous fish fry I spotted some nice  light developing and, thus, I was brought face to face with The Photographer's Conundrum: Light or Dinner? I ate mine cold that night.

And cold it was. The wind had shifted and a storm was blowing in. We awoke the next morning to howling winds that demolished the screen tent (more broken tent poles) and blowing snow. It made the ride down interesting.

I enjoyed one final Memorable Moment when a stunning vista opened up as I was riding a horse cross country in the snow in The Middle of Nowhere, Wyoming.