The early parts of the road were pastoral, which quickly gave way to a high alpine feel as we climbed.
Just east of Snowy Range Pass, we found Sugarloaf camp ground, full of charm and empty of humans. Home for the night, with time for a short walk (Flynn and I) and ride (Jeff) around the lakes and plans for a longer hike the next morning.
After being confined to quarters to some extent in the National Park, Flynn seemed thrilled to have free reign once again, romping himself into a happy, ball-induced coma
Days Lesson: If it's raining, keep driving.
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