The
"great snow hike" of '99 turned out to be something of a
fizzer as far as snow went. But in a way that was a good thing
because there were no cross country skiers around and I practically
had the entire national park to myself. Having chickened out of a
sunset the evening before because of closing weather which later
cleared, I was determined to sit it out this time and hope for the
best. And the best was a beautiful calm evening, sitting on the side
of Mt Howitt watching the sun go down.