My last stop on the way home. I was beat and tired of hiking around the refuge but had to get this last spot in. The wind was strong and the air cool. These were dark, cold, low cold front clouds. They were coming in waves, looking like ribs across the sky with the pine islands below. The sun was peeking through each rib. I waited until the light was right and then packed my gear and headed home.
February 20, 2020