Towards the end of October, the climate began to display the shifting of the seasons in earnest as the temperatures had become consistently lower and the high country grew whiter. The lower elevations still hadn't been affected and we were still taking advantage of the dirt that remained under foot as much as we possibly could. That meant an afternoon outing up the Roaring Fork of Teton Canyon all the way to the windswept alpine expanse of Hurricane Pass on Saturday and a gentle meander through the remote southwest corner of Yellowstone Nat'l Park on Sunday amidst a relentless chilling rain. This is what it's all about right here.
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