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Some cabin folks across the creek registered lows of 20 and 21 degrees on their thermometer over the weekend in Mineral King.
Here is a little visible evidence.
A cabin across the creek from us keeps a sprinkler running, and it made a large patch of ice.
My ax froze in its bucket of water. We put it there when the handle gets loose so that the wood swells. (Froze my ax off?)
Here is the neighbor’s ice patch after the sun did its job.
The weekend was beautiful and clear. The parking lot was full of cars wrapped to keep out the marmots. 
This marmot wasn’t interested in cars because he lives under a cabin.
The cold flattened the corn lily, AKA skunk cabbage.
This mule belongs to The Park and is not interested in staying in the corral.
Crystal Creek was low. Nothing was melting up in the high country.
Brrr. We came home early where the weather in Three Rivers was moderate and comfortable.


This represents an afternoon of work, trying to perfect the detail on the first pass, knowing full well that I will need to make corrections as the other parts get completed. And then those “other parts” will need to be corrected.



This is Ranger’s Roost, AKA Mather Point, looking through the timber of Timber Gap. When you are looking at Timber Gap, it is the bump to the left/west. The Mather Party came over Timber and saw Mineral King. I drew the cover in pencil and colored pencil for a book about it, but I haven’t read it. I just look at the pictures. (This was a second edition—the original drawing on the first edition went missing so the publisher commissioned me.)
















Farewell Gap isn’t entirely visible in the next photo, but you can see Little Florence Peak, which is on the left side of the gap.




















The historic Sweet Ranch is seen here in the distance, surrounded by green plants because it was very well protected, for which we are very grateful.
This is how the road looked: a bit of green on the shoulder, and barrenness all around.
We stopped again above Lookout and did another foray out on another knoll.
I think these are soap plant, obviously a very hardy little piece of greenery that responded to the October rains.



