The clouds seemed lighter to the south, and away from the coast, so I took the upper highway, and was rewarded, after about 50 kilometres, by pale sunlight filtering through a fine rain. A crossroads gave me a choice; upward and inland, I could see smidgens of blue sky. I took that road. It lead to the Mount Washington ski hills. And up at the top, the sun was shining. The air was still and warm; I barely needed a jacket.
|From an upper parking lot, looking back towards the road I came in on.|
|Snow so snowy white, small trees at this height (5520 ft), and ski tracks.|
|I like these shadows.|
|Lichen growing on the downhill side of a tree. And a coating of ice on that side only.|
|I was intrigued by the cut edges of the snow cover. The lower strip shows repeated trips by the snowplows, but how did the upper strip get there?|
Halfway down the mountain again, I stopped at a viewpoint to look over the Comox valley.
|The sun is shining down there!|
At the bottom of the hill, I turned north and homeward, into the wind and rain. No sunshine for us!
A Skywatch post.