Here’s a piece of a cliff, a rare remnant of the Chilcotin Basalt that the glaciers didn’t scour away this far south. These rocks flowed on top of the land and set in huge sheets. To the north, where the ice was deepest, they remain. Here to the south, they were scoured away… except for here, where they take the mountain deep into springtime despite all the surrounding snow.Here’s what the land looks like without the rocks. Those are the prints of a snowshoe hare.

They’re everywhere. And this is a big cat, I’d guess a lynx, passing through.

Even if you’re a lynx, a snowshoe trail looks good…

And the whole time, the rocks are on fire.

A snowy mountaintop is obviously not as cold as it looks.