|me, in front of our family's tent, Labor Day Weekend, 1973|
I remember waking up to snow one of the mornings we were there - and I remember we were all surprised by it. and cold.
I don't remember that I packed a jacket and maybe even boots for that "late summer" weekend in the mountains. But apparently I did (or maybe my mom did - I was ten and maybe had a little bit of help with my packing that summer?!)
This is the only "snow" camping trip I remember. Looking back, and considering how often we went to the mountains (the Bighorn National Forest was one of our favorite weekend getaways - it's even further north), that's maybe surprising. Or maybe we just got lucky?!